She said she should leave yet she made no move to do so. "Mm-hm," he responded, holding her gaze with his. "Probably." Or stay. His hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt once again to gently caress over her smooth skin.
CJ leaned up slowly, never breaking eye contact until his lips finally touched hers and his eyes slid shut. His arms tightened around her as he pulled her tight against his chest. His growing erection strained against his jeans as he pressed his hips into hers. He wanted her and she wanted him, at least some part of her did, why not take what they both wanted? If he could promise her she wouldn't regret it, he would but that wasn't the case. Although he was confident that she would enjoy the sexual experience, he couldn't say how she would feel about the situation after it was over. It was always hard to guess how a woman would behave after sex. What kind of expectations would she have?