"Want you all over, Reid -- want you in my skin," he growled like a feral thing, staccatoed breath hitching in his chest with each thrust.

I...I THINK I MAY HAVE STOPPED BREATHING RIGHT ABOUT HERE. BUT I CAN'T SAY THAT I MINDED. JUST. DAMN.

I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I FIND LOTS OF REDEEMING VALUE IN THIS. LOTS AND LOTS.