"Yes," he growled into the phone, his voice thick with desire. "I want you here." His heart raced at the thought of actually seeing you in person and being able to touch you. It had been so long since anyone had made him feel this way, and he couldn't help but crave more. "But...if you come over," he warned hoarsely, "I want you to know that I'm going to take what I want."

There was another pause as he considered his words, wondering if he should clarify further.

His voice was strained when he spoke again, still trying to hide the emotion beneath a veneer of harshness. "I don't want you to misunderstand. I won't...hurt you." The last part came out as more of a question than a statement, and for a moment, he wondered if he should have said anything at all.

But then there was the sound of her voice on the other end of the line, soft and low, that made him realize she already understood what he meant. "I know,"