So we're left with this. Stolen moments and secret encounters, and it's nowhere close to enough. But it's what I can have.
So I take it.
Threading my fingers through his thick, dark hair, I clutch him closer to me. He responds in kind. He can't know all the thoughts rampaging through my head, but he seems to feel the same desperation, somehow. The kiss is all teeth and tongues. His muscular chest presses to mine, the heat of him making my n*****s go tight and needy. I arch into him and run a hand down his side. I shove the hem of his shirt up and squeeze my legs around him harder at the smooth, hot muscle I find beneath.
"Need you," I gasp. "Please--"
"Anything," he growls, and we both know that that's not true, but we pretend.
He reaches behind his neck, and we break our kiss just lo
