[Of course he has to tease her. Her breathing hitches, and she can't help but shudder when his hand trails down, close but not nearly close enough. Her hips shift up instinctively, thighs parting as she digs her fingernails into his back without thinking.]
Yes.
[It comes out quiet and rough, a needy edge to her tone.]
no subject
Yes.
[It comes out quiet and rough, a needy edge to her tone.]
I've wanted you for months. Please.