Victor," I breathed.
I sounded strange. This didn't even feel like my real voice; it came out as a moan, like I was desperately pleading for something important. Well, maybe I was.
I wanted us to stop what we were doing. I wanted to stop, but my body wasn't paying attention to what I wanted. What I wanted was different from what my body wanted.
My body wanted us to continue making out, which was already turning intense, but I didn't want us to continue.
I was afraid of what might happen next.
"Don't you like it?" Victor's husky voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
He had stopped touching me, his hands sliding away from my waist.
I swallowed hard. Damn! I knew that I really liked what he wanted to do to my body. If I had the chance, I could spend a month with him, just so he could to
