“You don’t remember, do you?”

“I remember kissing you.” His nose traced my ear. “And I remember waking up alone…”

“We both woke up alone.” And I was glad for it.

He pressed his hips into my ass, throbbing into me. I swallowed back lust and the groan accompanying it. I couldn’t give in… could I?

“I want you.”

I wanted him, too. I had since the moment I laid eyes on him.

“You want me, too. I feel it.” His fingers skimmed under the front of my shirt, dangerously close to my hard-on. “Can I touch you?” One of the things that had drawn me to Sage. He asked. He always asked.

“Yes… No.” I hung my head, trying to find the calm I’d had but it was impossible to think with him this close.

“No?” he asked, tongue curling into my ear.

“No,” I said, less convinced.

“Doesn’t really sound like a no…” There was a smile to his words but he stepped back putting his hands up.

“I’m trying here.”

“Trying?” The amusement hurt.

“To gain some fucking composure around you.” I turned on him.

Why did he have to be so beautiful?

His smile spread into a wicked grin. “Impossible. I think it’s how I got you to kiss me the first time. I asked you so nicely and then sat in your lap.”

I loved and hated that he still remembered.