Suzy stood before him, her eyes sparkling with pent up desire, her earlier whispered words – "I am not yet satisfied" – hanging in the air between them like a silken invitation. Her hand, which had been resting on his erection, now began to trace feather-light patterns on his arm, sending little shivers of awareness through him.
He swallowed, his gaze dropping to her inviting lips, then quickly back to her eyes, his mind a battlefield of desire and ingrained caution. "Cassandra," he began, his voice a little hoarse, "my love, we… we can't. Not now, not now. What if I …?"
She tilted her head, her smile unwavering. "Dr. Abernathy, assured me it is perfectly fine, Ryan," she said softly, her fingers now gently stroking his cheek, a touch that made his carefully constructed composure tremble. "For the baby, for me. He said so himself."
