“All the words in the world couldn’t even begin to describe how badly I want you,” he admitted huskily. “But you’re obviously not ready.” Ejiro swallowed visibly. “But I—I want it. I want you,” he confessed, like it was a secret. A hot bolt of desire shot up Obiora’s legs, which he ignored. “You can want me and still not exactly be ready,” Obiora said, pecking him on his lips. Then he leaned in closer to whisper, “Besides, I like my consent explicit; absolutely zero hesitation.”
