He pressed flush over her, flattening his body on top of hers. He let his weight settle against her and slid his hands down her bare sides to her hips, squeezing gently on her as he nuzzled back against her, lips curled in a coy smile. "Well, good thing my list of current girlfriends is exceptionally short. Remember when you thought that Sunny and I had a thing going?" He chuckled softly and bit at her neck playfully, his hips rocking heavily against hers. "But you're right about that. You're mine." He pushed her shorts down a few inches, his hands sliding beneath the fabric to smooth along her thighs. "You're all mine, Malia. Mine, mine, mine," he said, voice lowering as he bit her neck again.<br/><br/>Carson sat up over her, hands sliding back up her sides, up her belly and around her chest. His head tipped to one side as he touched her, both hands closing around her throat and then down her shoulders and arms. He took her hands and pinned them up over her head gently, leaning down close to her so their breath mingled. "I love you," he murmured, and stole a brief, shallow kiss. "I love you, and I want you. I want all of you. Every inch of you."