His low whisper fills the atmosphere with promise and desire as a mischievous smirk takes over his face. My heart quickens in anticipation.
His head tilts slightly and he leans in closer, our breaths mingling together. We're so close I can feel the warmth radiating off his skin... close... so close, that for a moment, I hold my breath.
My hands grip the edge of the bench till my knuckles turn pale and I swallow hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. "... my... options?" I repeat in a dazed.
He chuckles knowingly, before whispering in a deep gravel voice, his hot breath brushing against my lips making me shudder. "Aren't you curious?"
He stares at me with so much intensity, so much passion and longing, the need in his eyes growing stronger until I find myself subconsciously nodding, Yes! I
