“You think I don’t want you?” I tip my jaw and try my best to maintain a semblance of composure. “You made that very clear.” He bangs his fist on the steel door beside my head, making me jump. “Goddammit, Amelia, I wish that I didn’t fucking want you. Life would be so much easier if that were true. But every second of every goddamn day, all I can think about is how badly I want to touch you. How I want to kiss you and taste you and bend you over my desk and fuck you!”
