What are you doing?" she whispered. He wasn't sure why she was whispering, but he kept his voice just as low. "I want to taste you.
You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes.
(n.) One who enforces.
Are you nervous?"... "A little." "Do you want to stop?" "No, just go slow." "I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him.
I promise if you come to my car I won't cuff you unless..." his voice dropped in a sensuous tone, "...that's what you want.
It sucks. I think you'd make a pretty snake woman, but I'm not really into that kind of girl. Those pointy teeth and slitted nose. Their mindless need to kill..." He shuddered.
Pray to whatever you believe in that they don't send the snakes.
