Edmund swallowed hard, accessing her with a level gaze as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted her first. She could see the way he was drinking her in, hungry for more and battling with a thin layer of self control that was rapidly fading away.
“Was that in your dream?” Edmund spoke in a tone like gravel or fresh coffee. Neither things that she had found so appealing before. Margo rubbed her lips together slowly, she could still taste him as she shook her ‘no’ softly.
“No? Then what was?” His voice dropped lower as he pulled her closer to him. Lifting until she had to climb onto his lap but he refused to let her weight settle over him. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to know what he felt like between her thighs. Margo’s breathing quickened.
“Was it something with the two of us like
