"I want you," he breathed in reply. "I want you. Of course I want you." Another kiss. "How could I not? How could I not long for this beautiful, clever, bold woman?" He left off her mouth and slipped kisses now along her neck and behind her ear. "I want you. I want to hold you, I want to feel you move. I want to touch you." Well, he was doing that already. "I want to taste you." A kiss to punctuate that declaration because, well, see above. "I want the scent of your skin. I want the curve of your back. I want to see your eyes. I want you."

I want you to want me. I need you to need me. Not the most opportune time to remember that little ditty but, hey. Chicks dig Cheap Trick.