I groan in pleasure as she squirmed back against me, the movements doing something to me and driving me wild. I press my hips up against her and tug at the hem of her shirt. My shirt. Whatever, she can have the damn thing she looks better in it than I do.

I want to feel her skin slide against mine, I want to kiss her scars and show her I don't mind them. My tongue teases back against her and I love the way she kisses, how she tastes.

"Want."