“Do you want to kiss me, Patrick?” I asked, my voice rough. He nodded and exhaled slowly. “Do you want to lie over me, press me into the sofa?” His nostrils flared, and he nodded. “Very much.” “I want you,” I murmured. “We can take it as slow as you like. But I’d really like to feel your weight on me right now. If you want to, that is.”
