“You’ve been waiting for me a long time, haven’t you?” Taylor’s breath hitched, but again, he said nothing. Jet shifted to the end of his seat, then moved his hand and ran a thumb over Taylor’s mouth. “I’ll never require your silence, sweet little sinner. I want your voice—unrestricted, unbidden. I want you begging, even if you know I won’t give you what you ask for.” Taylor moaned, then nodded against Jet’s hand. “Yes. I’ve been waiting a long time. I think most of my life.”
