“God, I want you,” I breathed into his mouth. He made a tortured noise in his throat and pulled back. A thumb ran across my cheek, his eyes conflicted. “Say it again.” I rocked my hips against him, desperation coating my words. “I want you so badly.” “Why?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “Because . . .” I sighed, searching for the reason and then just letting my first thought escape. “Because it’s always been you.”
