You're So Hot...
Tristan's arm tightly encircled her waist. A cool, woody fragrance enveloped her, and Cynthia greedily took a deep breath, causing her heartbeat to become erratic.
They were intimately pressed together, and Cynthia could distinctly feel the texture of his muscles. Her body involuntarily stiffened. Tristan chuckled lowly, his teasing voice entering Cynthia's ears, "You weren't afraid to tease me last night. Why are you scared now?"
Anyone with common sense knows that during special circumstances, running a red light is forbidden. Therefore, Cynthia raised her chin slightly, delicately arched her eyebrows, and, with a naturally alluring charm, brushed her soft lips against his jaw. She spoke in a tender tone, "I'm afraid you'll be burning up and unable to sleep tonight."
Her boneless hand landed on his chest, and with nimble fingertips, she unbuttoned his shirt and slipped inside, saying, "You're so hot..."