“He bent down, pressing his head against her forehead. “Seriously though, I want this – I want you … More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“All I can think is that I want her more than anything. I want her more than I've ever wanted anything, ever.”
“I want to kiss you.” His fingers continue onto her shoulders. “I want to kiss you more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.”
“What happened to her?”“We finished.”“Why?”“She wanted more.”“And you didn’t?”He shakes his head.“I’ve never wanted more, until I met you.”
“His lips pressed against her forehead and she felt him smile against her skin. "Believe me...the only place in the world I want to be is wherever you are." -Grant Morgan”
“I want to play you…” He pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. “I want to play your body like an instrument.”