“Lie on your back. I want to look into your eyes when I sink inside you, want you looking into mine when I’m buried in my hole.” He did. “You’re feeling awfully possessive.” “I’m not letting you go, Hutch. I’ve never had this, something so true, and now that I do, there’s no walking away for me.” He wrapped a hand around the back of my head, tugged me down into a claiming kiss before he said, “There’s no walking away for me either.”
