“What if I don’t want you to go?” I pouted, still wound up and aching for his touch.
His eyes traveled down my body. “What do you think is going to happen if I stay?”
“Something I need,” I whispered, touching his lower lip.
His smile was dark. “Something you need? How do you know that I can give you what you need?”
“I just know,” I replied, slipping my hand around the back of his neck. I pulled his mouth to mine and began kissing him.
As he kissed me back, I felt his hand pull my nightgown up until my thigh was exposed. He rubbed the outside of it slowly with the palm of his hand. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I answered, as his hand moved to my inner thigh, sending a wave of heat to my pelvis.
He brought his lips back down and kissed me again. First softly and then with an urgency that to
