Head tipping back to expose her throat for him, Kate spears her hand through his hair. A low sigh slips past her lips before she answers him, "I'm not gonna argue with you, babe. I want you to like what you see."
More than she's ever going to admit, really. She wants him to like it a lot. And what he feels and tastes. He matters.
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Date: 2011-11-25 12:46 am (UTC)More than she's ever going to admit, really. She wants him to like it a lot. And what he feels and tastes. He matters.