For a moment, John didn't speak. He just looked down into her face and tried to puzzle her out. His eyebrows drew together, his mouth open for a moment while he figured out what the hell he wanted to say.
"Who are you trying to get me to be, Alex?"
He couldn't push away the little knot of worry for her in his chest.
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He wasn't lying There was something about her, her body pressed tight against his. It was like opening floodgates. How was he supposed to do anything but want her.
"I want to fuck you. I want to hear you." He groaned softly and crushed his mouth against hers. "Jesus, Alex."
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She runs a hand up his neck, twisting fingers into his hair, and moans when he kisses her again; her heart's racing, skipping beats, and her hands shake touching him.
"God, I need this."
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"Home, now," he said, his voice so low it was almost a growl. "Inside."
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"You," she breathes, "you make me insane. And for once, not in the bad way."
She licks her way into his mouth, coaxing him into a desperate, drugged kiss.
"More than usual."
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