"Wait." His voice cut through the haze of desire, and suddenly his hands were on my shoulders, gently but firmly pushing me back against the pillows.I blinked up at him, confused and aching, my body screaming in protest at the loss of contact. "What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong." He sat back on his heels, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his partially unbuttoned shirt, his hair disheveled from my fingers. "I just realized I'm about to devour you like a starving man, and I don't even know what you're running from."The words hung between us, intimate and dangerous. This was supposed to be simple—anonymous, physical, uncomplicated. Talking made it real. Talking meant connection beyond the physical.Talking was far more dangerous than sex."I thought we agreed," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite my thundering heart. "No past, no future. Just now."He traced a finger down my arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. "Indulge me. We have all night. What's the rush?" His
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