Not helping anything.

You look into Tara's baby blues. "Are you going to be okay now?"
"Yeah...I think so. Thanks, James. You really are the best."
You scoff. "I'm really not." Tara is staring into your eyes. "Tara...? What is...."
The smile is fading away from her lips, which are parted now. Just as you're starting to wonder what's going on, her eyes close and she leans forward, merging her lips with yours.
Shit! Alarm bells crash in your brain as her tongue invades your mouth. She's moaning softly, her hands gripping your biceps as she kisses you. Your rational brain takes a vacation for a few seconds, and your instincts take over. You writhe your tongue against hers, and slip your arms around her waist as she wraps her around your neck.
"..Tara..." you whisper as you break contact..."we...this isn't..."
Tara simply kisses you more, pulling your body close to hers. Your hands have a mind of there own, running down her back and spreading over her ass cheeks. God....she's so fine, so young and full of vigor. Your mind flashes back to minutes ago, when your eyes feasted on her naked body for the briefest moment.
"James..." she breathes. "I need..." she was panting. "I need...."
You finally get enough control over your id to push her away. "Tara, honey...no...we can't do that. Not after...jesus...not after everything we just talked about."
Tara looks crestfallen, but then, she nods somberly. "Yeah...of course you're right. I'm sorry." She sniffles. "There I fucking go again."
"Hey it's okay." You put a hand under her chin. "It's okay. No harm, no foul, right? Like it never happened."
"Ok." She smiles. "I don't care what you've done, James. You are a good man." She gets up from the bed, and you start to open your mouth, but are interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.