“Eyes on me.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “It’s just us. And I need to see every piece of you when you come apart.”
“After playing on a team all day, at night I just want to be the guy in charge. I want to make the decisions. I want to tell my man how it’s going to be,” he says. Then in a husk of a voice, he adds, “I want to tell you how it’s going to be.”
