You Were Very... Passionate Last Night

Sigrid seemed to hear her own heart beating violently. She was clearly nervous. If George wasn't wearing underwear... 'No, no, I don't want to think about it!' she said to herself. When her hand was about to reach the private part of his anatomy, a big hand stopped her. She was startled. Sigrid looked up and met the man's burning eyes. Unlike his sleepy eyes when he'd woken up the last time, today they were intense enough to melt ice. They were like the eyes of a hungry beast eyeing its delicious prey. Sigrid swallowed. "You're awake." "Yes." His voice was hoarse and sexy. At the sound of just this one word, Sigrid blushed. For some reason, some shameful images sprang into her mind. She wanted to pull back her hand as if nothing had happened, but he wouldn't let it go. He kept pressing her hand onto his abdominal muscles, not letting her move it up or down, nor letting her pull it away. Sigrid was about to start crying her eyes out. 'I know it's wrong. I'll stop touching you! Why are y