"You know that you can put it in, Altair," I said, laying on the tile floor, my hair sprawled everywhere and my legs wrapped around the naked man's waist. "I can take it."
"No," he said, looking like he really does want to put it in.
"Why not?" I asked, the fog all around us is not helping with the atmosphere and my entire body is aching for him. "Do you not want to?"
"Of course, I want to." he snarled, almost like the thought that he would not want me to insult him. "I want to so bad."
"But?"
"You're still recovering." He said leaning in closer to me and brushing my hair out of my face, smiling at him. "I don't want to do anything that might hurt you."
"I won't be hurt."
"Orion." he looks me right in the eyes and finality in his voice, all of which is not helping me not feel like I am in the mood for anything he has in store for me. "When I say no, I mean no."
