Pulling at Erik’s shirt for him to take it off, he takes both her hands in his, and his breath is laboured when he moves his lips away just millimetres from hers.
“Tab, I won’t be able to stop if we go on like this. It’s hard enough to keep myself in check as it is, and I don’t want to rush you…”
Tabatha crushes her lips down on his again, moaning because his body has been away from hers for too long, and he stops her again.
“Tabatha, please! I want you to do this because you want to. Not because you feel obligated after accepting me tonight.”
“Erik, if you don’t take me to bed in the next few seconds, I will be forced to walk out of this room in my underwear!”
That was enough to break his resistance as he pulled his shirt off and pulled her into his arms. She can feel his hands shake
