*Storm's POV*

Scott's gaze jumped at mine. Hot. Hungry. The intensity stealing my breath.

"I can't lose you, storm." His accent was much thicker than usual and set my heart racing again.

"Why?"

"Because I need you, but I will wait for as long as it will take." He had made up his mind to honor my wishes. He wanted my acceptance of him as much as I wanted it of him.

I was all too aware of his body locked so deeply inside of me. Of his hands stroking my thighs, moving up my belly to brush my breast. I could have felt vulnerable splayed out as I was,...