I leaned over, bracing my hands against my knees for support.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, trying to catch my breath.
"I know you're sorry; that's the problem," he growled, agitated.
I stared blankly at him, confused. He met my gaze.
"Most girls intentionally throw themselves at me. You understand me. You try to make it easier. You just can't help it. And it makes me want to give it to you that much more."
I continued staring, shocked by his revelation.
"I'm sorry," I said again. "You try so hard to resist your instincts, and the lack of control I have over my own must be torture for you." I really had to work on that…
A small smile lit his face. "No one as angelic as you could ever do anything remotely considered torture." Before I could respond, he held his hand out to me. "Come on now; they'll be waiting."
I took his hand, and he threw me across his back as he had before. I locked my legs around his waist and secured my arms in a chokehold around his neck.