She doesn't need to say it out loud for him to hear it anyway, if nothing else because he can hear the very same voice screaming the same in his head. He can't remember the last time he's wanted this bad to throw his control out the window and just give into something, a feeling, a moment - actually, he hasn't ever felt it before, not ever like this.

It's a whole other level of frustration, and it's exciting and new, but it's also a terrifying thing. To know just how close he is to that edge of his self-control.

He moves again finally, hips rolling slowly again, back arching so that his erection presses and rubs between her legs, drawing another loud, shaky moan out of him. His fingers are curled so tight into the pillow that his knuckles have turned white, but he uses that as a steadying hold, putting all his effort in keeping his heart under control the best he can.