Michael's POV
The fire in Allyson's eyes burned with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. Her gaze held mine with unwavering determination as she spoke. "A woman who understands her desires and refuses to apologize for them." The curve of her lips formed a provocative smile that had me transfixed, my mind already wandering to places it shouldn't.
She moved closer until her warmth radiated against me, dissolving the remnants of my hesitation like ice under flame. "What I desire," she murmured against my throat, her voice barely audible, "is to explore every sensation you can give me. You made promises last night, Michael. Multiple climaxes were part of our arrangement, weren't they?"
Her directness stunned me into silence. The self-assurance radiating from her voice, the deliberate way she moved her curves against me, the proximity of her body—it was overwhelming in the most dangerous way.
