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He turns away and he looks tightly wound; muscles tensing under skin.
Everything about him has become my favorite thing.
I never had a preference for blue eyes before I met him. I never knew I cared for freckles until I saw his face. I didn't know I could love the way someone walked until I watched him enter a room.

I want her naked in this moonlight.
I want to lay her down under the stars. I want to feel the wind on my back when I make her scream. I can't fucking breathe.

I press my face to her throat, my lips grazing her pulse, and I breathe her in like an addict, my head hot and drunk.
She whimpers as I skate my nose along the nape of her neck, and then I taste her there, my tongue hot against her skin, and she makes a sound like a stifled sob, the impact branding my bones.
"James," she says, sounding almost panicked. "James-"
I'm out of my mind.

I drag my hands down her back, sealing our bodies together, and I can feel everything through her thin clothes— every soft curve meeting every inch of my hardened body—and the pleasure is so intense it's nearly blinding. Her head falls back on a soft moan.

Stripping her slowly suddenly seems like a good idea. Falling to my knees right here in the middle of this diner suddenly seems like the best idea I've had in years.

I've never felt this kind of need, this kind of fever, this honeyed heat moving through my blood. I never imagined I could desperately want someone to touch me. All of me.
I never knew I might be willing to beg for it.

"I want to know what you want, Rosabelle, because I want to know if you think about me," he says roughly, "the way I think about you, because I'm beginning to lose my fucking mind every time you look at me. The amount of work I have to do just to act normal around you-" He makes a gutted sound. "All you have to do is walk into a room and I wish we were alone. You breathe and I wish we were alone.”

The relief I feel around him is intoxicating.
I'm soon soft in the head, loose in my bones, distracted by the fringe of his dark eyelashes as he studies me.
I need to get away from him. I need— I need help.
I want to climb into his lap. I want to push up his shirt, drag my hands down his bare chest, press my face to his heated body. I want to breathe him in. I want to lick the salt off his skin.
I want to scream.

.One is from my wife.
I like the name Lily for a girl. :) But if it's a boy we should name him Aaron. Then I'll have two of you. :) :)

"Here's the question," he says. "If J asked you to go to the moon for her, would you go to the moon?"
"Yes."