`` if you want me to let you go , you need to stop pressing your pretty ni**les against my chest as you say so , stop getting closer when you ask me to let you go , '' he murmurs , rubbing his nose against mine , and his closeness , his scent of forest , his warm breath , his lips so close i can almost taste them , trigger a flood of need between my thighs and a hot , aching ripple in my sex .