Amy’s POV

His fingers burned against my flesh in the nicest way possible, but I wasn't satisfied with him at my neck. I wanted him to go lower down to my heaving chest. I don’t even know what prompted this feeling to come out of hiding from the depths of my subconscious up to the surface, but my head was clouded with so much of it that I couldn’t think.

"Please," I begged him, feeling pathetic but not wanting to stop.

His eyes didn’t leave me for a second, and he wasn’t even breathing—or if he was, it was only partially. Then, finally, he released a breath he probably didn’t...