Cornelia's eyes darted from James' blue eyes to his lips and back up again as she was torn between her desire to kiss him more, and her reasoning which screamed that they should stop. She knew that he had only a flimsy towel around his midsection, and her t-shirt and shorts didn't provide much coverage either.
She was aroused and she definitely felt his erection pressing on her thigh. If they didn't stop, they might go all the way and she was not sure if that was a good idea. Just until a few minutes ago, she was confident that leaving was the best choice, yet James melted all her arguments away with one hug and a kiss and she was aware that she was sinking deeper with every next heartbeat.
Should she continue resisting this madness that was reinforced by the pull of nature?
James' hands on Cornelia's skin felt good, like they belonged there, and she really wanted to kiss him more.
