When I felt an unmistakable twitch—from him—against the fly of my pants, I sucked in a sharp breath. Gloam pushed me away from him immediately, shoulders hunched as he fumbled for the notebook. I’m sorry. His handwriting was a messy scrawl. “No,” I breathed immediately, eyes dropping unbidden to his lap. His thick thigh blocked out the faint light from the solar lantern, leaving everything in shadows. My gut clenched with want regardless. “I… Fuck, I want you.” The words tripped out of me, and I was helpless to stop them. “But I… I…” I want you too.
