In some distant part of her mind, she knows he belongs to someone else, that he could walk away from her at a moment's notice and never look back. She knows this. But that doesn't stop her heart and her body from believing, from feeling like he is hers. She can't conceive of sharing him, not even with herself.

She hears that growl and feels the need of his touch, and something flares behind her breast bone. She lets him lifts her arms over her head, stripping off her shirt, before wrapping around his neck and recapturing his mouth, claiming him all over again. Her knees grip his hips almost to the point of pain.

She wants him present in the moment, wants him to feel only her.