“Touch me, Celeste,” I murmur against her lips. “Please.” Her palm slides under my T-shirt, ascending up my ribcage. “Say it again.” “Touch me. I want you.” She hums as she bites my bottom lip, sliding her hand up until she cups my bare breast. “The things I’ve wanted to do to this perfect body.” “Yes.” My voice is a whispered plea. “I want it too.”
