"Jesus," I breathe out, uttering a filthy string of French curses as I arch up enough to nearly lift him off of the bed before I drop back down onto it, squirming a little. I'm not sure that I've ever been so turned on, but that's no surprise. Bittle has made me feel so many things that I've never felt before, including being so turned on that I feel like my body isn't even my own.

My toes curl and my chest heaves and I cling to him like a lifeline, eyes wide as I stare up at him. "Bitty, please. Please."