"No, we shouldn't," she whispers, but her eyes betray her, lingering on his crotch. He's big, she can tell, and the thought of it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. He steps closer, his voice hoarse, "But you want to, don't you?" She swallows hard, her nipples hardening against her shirt. She's never felt this way, this need, this hunger. It's wrong, but it feels so right.