Irwin growled, moving closer to her, pressing his forehead against hers, "I wanted to comfort you, but if you're doing this, cupcake, I can't promise to be gentle."
"I don't want gentle," Eisley's chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, her gaze glued to Irwin, she licked her lower lips, and Irwin's gaze followed her tongue, "I want you to be rough with me."
Their eyes met a silent conversation passing between them with anticipation and desire. "Don't be gentle with me," she whispered, her voice a daring challenge that hung in the steamy air.
Irwin chuckled softly, a deep sound that seemed to vibrate through the space between them. He lifted her effortlessly, pulling her close against his body. "How can you say that, missy?" he teased, his voice a playful rumble.
