Sarah.
He was trying to change the subject, I knew it and he knew I knew it but I wasn’t about to tell him to stop what he was doing.
I loved the feel of his body pressing mine down into the mattress and his lips on mine
We would talk about the future soon but not now.
Bats hand pushed my T-shirt up higher, his fingers skimming over the side of my breast and my back arched.
I needed him and his magic hands to touch all of me. It was like a gnawing need inside of me. A burning passion.
My hands turned to claws at his shoulders. There were too many clothes between us. I needed skin on skin.
Need.
There was that word again. When it came to me and him it was always about need. What I felt for him wasn’t want. He was in my blood. And he always would be.
“Bat.” His name fell from my
