There was an incomprehensible longing when our flesh touched, and even more so when she pressed into my chest, her soft curves melting against me. “Tell me,” I half muttered, half groaned. She sucked in a breath. “I can’t think, Jay.” “Why?” I whispered and tilted into her, my forehead touching hers. Her breathing turned erratic, hard. Her lips moved and twisted until she bit them, as if words tangled on her tongue and she couldn’t bring herself to admit anything to me. “I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” “I wish you were a Mike. This would be easier.”
