David grimaced and shook his head and for a second I thought he was going to back away, but then he leaned in again, rasping through his teeth as if his own words angered him.
"When you walk I watch your hips swing. I remember grasping them, and I wonder how they will look when I have you naked and lay between them. I think about how I ache at night to feel the softness of your ass in my hands, to lift you up and wrap your legs around my waist and—you turn my mind and my body until I burn. Do you know what it is to burn, Zara? You are flame in my blood, in my head—in my body! You consume me.
"I am supposed to focus on others, on my duty, on decisions that could impact thousands, and my mind trips back to the sound that broke in your throat when I touched you, and the warmth of your skin. I am supposed to make pleasant and polite conversation with other women when all I can think of is how they smell wrong, or why don't they call me on my shit?
