“You said I could take whatever I want, remember?” “Not that,” I grit out. His lips twitch as he slides his hand over my chest, over the organ beating wildly beneath his touch. “I want it, Xavi.” “You’re not getting it.” “You’re gonna give it to me anyway,” he teases, pulling my mouth up to meet his. Fuck him. Fuck him so hard for doing this to me. And fuck me for letting him.