We still stared into each other's eyes, chest heaving with the deep breaths we were taking. His eyes were hungry and he appeared like he wanted to pounce on me. And he did, this time, not only did he flatten me up against the wall but his hands slipped in and grabbed a hold of my thigh.
It was then that I snapped into reality. No - no - no - no. Stop. Stop. Stop.
"Stop." I said, and grabbed Mike's hand, halting its movement from going upwards. "Mike, stop." I gasped. My mind still was in haze but I knew where things were going. I can't let them go that far. Mike growled in protest but he withdrew back, wrenching his face back from my neck and his hands from my thighs. "Yeah, sorry. Sorry." He rasped, his voice heavier than usual. When he pulled back and met my eyes, desire was still prom
