“Goddamn, you’re killing me with these shorts.” He exhales in a ragged breath. “We should stop. Kara, tell me to stop.” “Stop” sounds like the worst word I’ve ever heard, so I kiss him harder, making it quite clear that I’m not on board with that plan. At all. “Kara.” His voice is a desperate rasp between us, rough with his worry and longing. “I don’t want to stop. I want you to keep touching me. Kissing me.”
