"You sure you want to test me right now, Kitten?" Tyson whispered huskily, his warm breath fanning over her lips.
"Wh-what if I do?" Monica asked, even as her heart hammered away in her chest.
Tyson narrowed his eyes at her, leaning in to her ear. His nose brushed against her cheek, sparks erupting through her skin, as she curled her toes and closed her eyes. "You don't know the things I wanna do to you right now." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and her breathing hitched.
"Then show me." The words left her mouth before she could realize it.
"You don't wanna know."
"Maybe... I do."
"You're enticing me," he growled lowly, looking her in the eye again, as his grip on her chin tightened slightly.
"Yeah," she replied, blinking, "I am."
"Why?" He asked through a clenched jaw
