I take another breath and I can smell her desire and it's intoxicating. I like her body. Soft but still firm, not too lean. My animal instincts tell me she would be a good mate, good to mate with and I'm certainly in agreement.

I nod in response to her question, not trusting myself to speak, the hungry look in my eyes evident. I want to be absolutely sure she wants this, because arousal does not equal consent, and I feel like if I so much as move I'll lose what little control I have.