Well, Anya was wrong. Alvin wasn't embarrassed to stop playing with her and he didn't care about the eyes. Rather he was stimulated by her delectable lips. Watching the soft curve of her lips, he was itching to claim them greedily.
His gaze shifted to the eyes that hid behind the shades. Her little naughtiness was pleasing but it was hard to control himself if she kept repeating.
"I would have thrown you over my shoulder, took you to your car. Then kiss those playful lips of yours until they are swollen and whimper my name in a daze. You will be confused whether you want me to kiss you or want me to do more." But his little enemy will run behind him to let go of his mother.
Anya swallowed hard hearing his husky deep voice tantalizing her nerves. She unawarely wet her lips for his words that reminded her of his toe-curling kisses. After hearing him, she could feel the tingling in her stomach in pure desire.
