That groan does things to me, pleasant things. I want to make him groan like that again. I want to hear every pleasant sound he can make.

I'm about to grip him when he starts talking. Well, more like stammering, and I pull back to blink confusedly at him for a second.

Then he's reaching into the top drawer of the bedside, and things fall into place a little better. My ears go hot, and I can feel the heat creeping toward my cheeks.

I grip him, and kiss him, then brush out cheeks together, leaning toward his ear because I don't think I could talk any louder than a whisper right now. "You in me?"