Lynaire

Shelly's blue eyes cast downward, widened as she caught sight of the stiff hardness that had bumped against her, when Hunter pulled her out of the car. Hunter watched her, and laughed, "I'm flattered sweetheart, but a lusty look isn't going to get you off the hook." Shelly's head shot up defiantly, "I wasn't attempting to flatter you, jackass. I wasn't even impressed by that tiny organ of yours", she lied, her eyelashes fluttering. A tick, something she always did when she was lying. Hunter's masculine chuckle reverberated through her bones and shook something feminine inside of her. He moved closer, and with one hand grabbed her hand. Shell