Tragos deepened the kiss as his hands flattened out and roamed over her skin, up and down over the curve of her waist then rubbing his thumb over her hipbone, fingers playing at the edge of her waistband. She'd said she needed him and he was feeling it too, like there was a hook in him pulling him toward her. He couldn't be losing her. He couldn't be. He opened his eyes to look at her, and couldn't handle it and kissed her again, passionately. "I need you too," he mumbled against her mouth, and they weren't comfortable words to admit, but they were true, he needed her, he needed her now and he needed her not to die.