"You need to tell me what you want," he admitted in a rush, his lips against the curve of her cheek. While he knew, the truth of it raging between them without a word needing to be spoken, it wasn't something he could take without first being asked.

"Tell me," he breathed, pleading desperately. Let me.

The back of his thumb brushed against the tight bundle of flesh he'd watched her touch moments before, and she jolted, her eyes wide and shining. He shifted the angle of his wrist, giving her more friction to press against.