Michael's POV
Allyson was testing my limits.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Every caress was calculated. Deliberate. She was pushing me toward a breaking point, and the knowing glint in her eyes told me she was enjoying every second of it. I had been trying to be careful with her, to take things at her pace, but she clearly had different ideas.
"You're testing me, Allyson." The words came out harsher than I intended, my voice tight with restraint.
She gazed up at me with those dark eyes that held both innocence and wickedness, her lips barely grazing mine in a kiss so light it felt like mockery. "What if I want to see what happens when you break?"
Something primal snapped inside me. A growl escaped my throat as I captured her mouth with mine, kissing her with the hunger I had been holding back. My hands found her waist, dragging her against me until there was no space left between our bodies.
