"It's not that one either." Ashton Heath could tell that she was doing it on purpose. He chuckled, leaned in, and gently bit her lip, his voice growing more seductive, "Baby, you know what I really want to hear. If you don't say it, I'm going to kiss you."
Feeling his hot breath approaching, Joanna Lawrence giggled softly and held up a hand to block his warm, moist lips. "You already heard it, why do you want me to say it again?"
"I want to hear it."
Ashton took her small hand, his warm lips landing on her soft, white palm, lightly rubbing against it, "Say it one more time, and I'll analyze what just happened."
Joanna: "..."
"No one knows my brother Brandon better than I do. My analysis will definitely be helpful to your best friend. Baby, do you want to say it again, hmm?"
The man's lips were still pressed against her palm.
When he spoke, his warm, moist lips would brush against her hand, making it ticklish.