It registered in Aaron's brain that her lips were burning. He really needed to get her to a hospital and yet he found himself kissing her back passionately. His self-control flew away with his shirt.
It was too cruel. Aside from that one accidental kiss that Keeley hit him for, he hadn't enjoyed the taste of her lips in about thirty years.
He knew he needed to stop but he didn't want to. This wasn't fair to her.
She wasn't conscious of her actions. If she found out about this later, she would probably be horrified and never speak to him again. That thought brought him back to earth right as she was trying to unbuckle his belt.
"Keeley," he sighed against her lips.
"Mm?"
He grabbed her by the shoulders and held her about six inches away from him. "Stop. You're not in your right mind. You don't want this."
