My tongue twisted in confusion to wet my lower lip from my turmoil, but this made it worse; the darkening of his wanting eyes increased my desire to feel him as he approached me, and one of his palms fell behind my neck, relentlessly, with the beating of my heart, my breath taking away from me every second, and my head in a whirl of thought. Shall I let him do it?

But he stopped holding himself, cursing under his breath, and quickly pulled away from me, taking a long breath, as I had done while I was half breathless, and I didn't know I was holding my breath like...