He had heard her clear her throat, but he needed to pretend that he was deep in thought, and picture something that would deflate his engorged member. It was starting to work, but when she had walked closed to her with her breath on his shoulder, he had almost groaned in the pain.
Now, with her hand on his shoulder, he wanted to touch her so bad it hurt. He had promised her that he would touch her, not today, not when she was sick or when she didn't want that, but here he was with his body shaking with a need to touch her, to do more than touch her. He wanted to claim her as his and God forbid he did that when she was vulnerable, the resistance putting him under a very tight strain.
He swallowed hard and whip around to face her. His hand shot out to steady her when she saw that she took
