But it’s his words, rather than his actions, that unravel me completely. ‘I have a confession to make,’ he murmurs in my ear as our heart rates return to normal. I close my legs together, clamping him inside me for as long as I can, not wanting him to leave me empty and bereft. ‘What’s that?’ ‘I’d give anything,’ he says, ‘to take you home with me and curl myself around you all night.’
