“I need to get you out of these clothes,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t stand them anymore.” The thought of being bare before him was daunting, but the promise of feeling his skin against mine was irresistible. I nodded, and he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You’re supposed to tell me to stop.” “I don’t want you to stop,” I rasped. He groaned again, the sound vibrating between us. “You’re too fucking much. Enjoying me so far, darling?” I nodded.
