"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.
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Date: 2013-05-15 02:16 pm (UTC)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.