“If I just wanted to bring myself off and then feel unsatisfied afterward, I could do that on my own. Tell me what it would be like if we had something else.” Something more, he wanted to say. “I want everything.” He rested his own hand on Dacre’s hip, feeling the warm flesh beneath the linen of his shirt and the wool of his breeches. Dacre groaned. “God help me, Sedgwick. When you say things like that . . .” “When we’re together it feels right. I want to go down that path and see what’s there.”
