Tease

Scott edges in close, and when he runs a finger along the small of her back, Sharon doesn’t flinch — she smiles.

“You think that’s all it takes?” she purrs, turning to face him. Her lips are inches from his, but her body is deliberately out of reach.

His eyes flash with hunger. “No. But I think you like being chased.”

She lifts a single wet finger to his lips and hushes him. “I like being wanted,” she says. “But not by someone who doesn’t know how to wait.”

Then she walks past him, slow and deliberate, swaying just enough to burn the image into his mind. He stands alone in the kitchen, left with the scent of her perfume and a growing tension spurring his imagination on. Devious thoughts and images prancing in his mind.