“I’m always up for more when it comes to you, Little Sparrow.” I bent down and kissed her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. “I missed you.” “I’m right here,” she promised in a raspy whisper. A feral growl escaped me. “I need you.” She spread her legs wider and pulled me closer. “Come to me.” She lifted her hips, increasing the friction between us. A low moan vibrated deep inside my chest. “You don’t know what that does to me,” I murmured. She did so once more. “Show me,” she encouraged.
