“I’ve seen you looking.” “I’m sorry,” she said, not feeling at all sorry. “I couldn’t help it.” Another thrust. A scrape of his teeth at her neck. “I’ve tried so hard not to look in return.” She turned her head, met his eyes. Tightened her grip, loving the way the muscle in his jaw worked through his pleasure. “Why?” “Because I don’t deserve to look at you,” he said, softly. “Because if I look at you, just once, just for a moment . . . I will want more.”
