“You said you want this to mean something.” I nod, searching his eyes. “And with you, it will.” I’m not sure if it’s the conviction in the words, or something else, but the doubt in his gaze morphs from pensive to smoldering, ratcheting the temperature in his bedroom up a few degrees. The sexual tension is damn near stifling as it blankets us, and it only gets more potent when he uses the hold he still has on my wrist to pull me deeper into his room again.
