“If I touch you, I won’t stop,” he said, his voice strained. “Good,” I whispered, my hand dipped lower and just as my fingertips grazed the band of his boxer briefs he surged up and rolled on top of me. I squeaked in surprise and my legs quickly found their way around his hips. He looked down at me, giving me every chance to stop him. But I knew what I wanted now. It was too late. I was burning so hot there was no stopping now. I was a raging wildfire and not even the storm outside could tame me. Damn the consequences.
