“What I know of you is on paper. Your family, where you’ve lived, things you buy. Anything that has a paper trail, I know. But you?” He presses his hips in between my legs, making my nipples harden. I pull in a breath when he continues on a whisper. “There’s a world of you I don’t know. I get to figure that out for myself. For now, you’re tired, I’m tired and when I do explore every bit of you, I want us to be rested. I want all of you and I don’t want you to be sleepy when I get it.”
