“Needy? Josefine Resendiz, I’m anything but needy.” A small chuckle claws out from the back of my throat. “Yeah, okay, Daniel Garcia.” “Don’t mistake my willingness for neediness because I’m more than welcome to show you just how needy I can make you.” The muscle on his jaw tics and his gaze sweeps over me in a slow, longing motion. This time I can’t stop myself from shifting from one foot to the other and clenching my thighs.
