“That’s it. Tell me what you need.” “Need. Beau, I can’t…” “Yes, you can.” One finger slid in a tiny increment, as if to remind me of just what I was missing. “Tell me what you need. I want to give it to you, Sage, so fucking much…” The smile faded, and his gaze grew intent. “You know what you need, you just need to—” “Inside…” I whined. “Aching.” “Here, baby?” All of the harshness was gone from his voice as two fingers were pushed into me, but I couldn’t answer, not right now. My head dropped down onto his shoulder, and his other hand kept me there, rubbing big circles on my back.
