He licks his lips. “The next time I come, I want it to be inside you, Charm. I want to be deep in your pussy. Tell me to go, say the words, because I can’t leave until you do. I can’t.” His eyes are dark, his chest still, as if he’s barely in control. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Air whooshes out of me. I want his heart, yet he doesn’t want me like that. Still, we both want to lose ourselves in this, whatever it is. It’s the language we both know. For this moment, it’s enough. I know I’ll regret it later, but rational thought left me the moment he sang “In Your Eyes” to me. “Stay.”
