I launched himself at him before he realised what I was doing. Murmuring desperate love words, I nipped at his back and shoulders.
“I want you.” I growled against the back of Tommy’s neck. I was barely under control, but so was he.
“I want you too.” Dammit, he said the words so placidly, as if he took for granted I’d always be there.
“I want to f**k you until you don’t know which end is up.”
That got his attention. He bucked beneath me, and we were both surprised when he couldn’t move me off him.
“I want to get under your skin,” I snarled. “I’m going to bury myself so deep in your body we won’t know where you end and I begin.” I wrestled out of my shirt and trousers, keeping him pinned beneath me. “I love you. I’m the one who’s here with you. Not anyone else. Not Synclaire. Me.”
Tomm
