Chapter 80

“I missed you,” I murmur, moving to the other nipple, while his hands caress my shoulder and back.

“I missed you, too,” he answers, lifting my face, calling for my mouth once again.

He pushes me onto the bed, makes me lie down, and moves on top of me. I see him working the light on the nightstand. I know what he’s doing, but I stay his hand.

“Leave it, it doesn’t matter…”

Sean knows I don’t like him to look me in the face when we are intimate. I prefer it when the lights are dimmed so he can’t see me. But everything has changed now, including this. It’s time to make him understand that if this is what he really wants—me, like this—then this is what he’ll get from now on.

He smiles. God, he’s so beautiful! It’s true that when he kisses me, I lose my inhibitions. Even when he just looks at me, I lose control. Same goes for when he smiles at me. I suffer from a severe case of emotional overload, okay?