groan slips from me before I’m turning my head to lick a path up his throat to his ear. Partly because I love the taste of the salt on his skin, but also to keep myself from saying those two words dying to slip from my mouth in response. Me too. Or worse, the words that sure as hell have no business coming out of my mouth until I’m comfortable...well, coming out. If not to the world, at least to myself. I want you.
