His voice is hoarse. I am going to make love to you now. He says, So if you want me to stop, tell me.I shake my head frantically. If he stops at this point, I'll probably die.
You have to stop looking at me like that.” He sounds amused, “or else I will have to take you up to my suite right now, and have you for lunch” I sigh at the image, “Why don't you?” I whisper. It’s exactly what I want.