"I see that."

She'd known the instant he was in the house, tracking his heartbeat, then his steps, and now that he's at the edge of the bed, she leans over to cup his face and kiss him deeply. Every part of her is aching for him; nipples hard, pussy wet, and her skin is practically on fire as she thinks about him wanting her as much as he does.

"Tell me that you still want to edge yourself using my cunt," she whispers against his lips.