"Maybe I do," Sam admitted. "But you still want to fuck me. Doesn't change that." He reached for the button to her pants, his fingers working slowly. He still wanted for her to admit the truth. Sam wanted to hear it straight from her mouth and he was going to make sure that he did before he gave her what she obviously wanted. He toyed with the zipper, mouth pushing against her throat, then shifting over to the other side of her neck.
"Tell me that you want it, Heather," he pressed, "tell me that you want me and I'll give it to you."