"If you must know, I'm trying to figure out just how inappropriate my desire to have my way with you is," his cool tone states matter-of-factly. Wetness pools in my panties. Holy shit! That's so damn inappropriate to think, let alone say to me, but my body loves it. Am I equally messed up for wanting him to say more things like that to me? "What have you come up with?" I hear myself say, not sure where my confidence to reply comes from. "I think I don't give a shit if it's inappropriate anymore. I'm hanging on by a thread trying to resist you."
