That was because I was trying to be good, because you were very, very drunk and not thinking clearly and if I let myself crawl into that bathtub with a very wet and naked you, we weren’t going to be getting out of there for a long, long time.

[ That sentence ends with his voice dropping an octave into a low, husky growl as he rolls her over onto her back again, pinning her down onto the mattress beneath him as he cages her in. His lips don’t move away from hers, however. In fact, he deepens the kiss now that he has her under him once more. ]

And right now I’m having a very hard time remembering why I was trying to behave myself in the first place.