257 257: Her Pan-Fried Heart-Shaped Steak (8)

"Ah..." Tara Summer gasped, falling into the man's arms. She steadied herself against his chest, and as she looked up, she was met by his opaque, deeply expressive eyes, filled with desire.

Tara started, blurting out reflexively, "When did you wake up?"

The man kept silent, turning over to pin her down and whispering into her ear, "Do you know how easily men become impulsive at noon? Want to keep touching? Hm?"

He caught her small hand pressed against his chest. His handsome face was mysteriously alluring, the corners of his sensually thin lips tugging upward before he brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

"I..." Tara was at a loss for words, her face flushed. Being caught red-handed on her first clandestine exploration of him was quite embarrassing, making her wish she could crawl into a hole and hide.