I hook my fingers into the material of his tank top, looking up into his eyes. "This too."
He lets out a slow, heavy breath, reaching up to peel the tank top off, casting it aside. And now he’s completely bare from the waist up.
The sight of him always takes my breath away, as always. He’s massive, built like a fortress, every muscle defined and hardened by years of heavy labor and violence.
But as he steps back into my space, his hands coming up to cradle my face, there’s no violence in him. Only a gentleness that feels vast, protective, and completely unreserved.
He bends his head, pressing his lips to the side of my neck, right over my pulse point. His stubble rasps against my skin, a electric, grounding friction.
"Tell me you're mine tonight," he whispers against my skin, his lip
