Adorable. f*****g adorable.
I shook my head quickly, desperate to make him understand. “No, Darian. I’m sure. I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me. I’m sure.” My voice cracked, but not from fear. From need.
He searched my eyes, his gaze flicking between them like he was trying to dig into my soul. Looking for doubt. Looking for shame. Looking for the ghost of old fears.
There was none. Not tonight.
“Please,” I whispered, rolling my hips up against him, arching my back so my breasts pressed into his chest.
“Christ,” he cursed under his breath. His control wavered, his jaw tight as he looked at me like I was his salvation and his undoing at the same time.
“Okay, babe,” he rasped finally, licking his lips. “I’ll touch you.”
My breath caught.
His gaze dropped, locked on my mo
