“Please don’t say that. Don’t f*****g say that,” his voice was strangled-sounding.
“I want to make love to you. I need to make you feel good. Tell me what I can do to make you whimper for me and put your arms around me because you want to, not because I’ve told you to. Let me show you how much I love you.”
Goosebumps rose on my skin.
But I didn’t want to feel good.
I didn’t want to think.
I didn’t know if there was anything he could do to fix things.
How could there be?
I wanted to sleep and forget everything I’d seen tonight.
Forget everything that had happened last night.
Sleep it away, all of it.
His palm swept up from my shoulder to my face until his fingers weaved into my hair near my ear. “Claire, baby?”
I reached up and fingered his dangling necklace without touch
