The next step

My cheeks flushed as I watched him slip the torn fabric of my panties into his suit pocket, his eyes fixed on me as he did so. His gesture was possessive, a claim to me and everything I was, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

I was trying to keep my voice steady, but there was a hint of a tremble in my words.

"That's inappropriate,"

I said, my breath coming out in a ragged gasp, as I looked down at him. My body was still trembling with need, and I couldn't ignore the effect his actions had on me.

He chuckled, his eyes dark with desire and amusement.

"Inappropriate, is it?" he teased, his hands still holding my hips in place. "You don't seem to mind too much" he said, his fingers tracing idle patterns against my skin.