“Before I return to London, I’d like to state for the record that I claim this bottom lip.” He shifts his touch. “But also this single freckle on your shoulder. I’ve gone hunting and it’s your only one.” He gives me a thoughtful once-over. “Your eyes when you laugh—they’re also mine. The curve of your spine when you’re coming. The soft skin of your thighs against my neck.” His hand returns, cupping me between my legs. “And this, right here. I’m greedy for these things.”
