Chapter 80 Seeking His Warm

In desperation, Rosette pressed herself against him, her body seeking his warmth, her touch a desperate plea for him to stop. His chest and neck she covered in kisses, her lips a whirlwind of affection, her touch a mixture of desperation and desire. Between squeals, she murmured affection and promised to let him catch her next time. She would have promised him anything to make him stop; he was making her crazy, his playful torture pushing her to the brink.
Kyle took mercy on her finally and laid the innocuous piece of plant down, his touch a gentle release, his amusement waning.
"You are something to work for," he said into her ear, his voice a low rumble, his words a testament to his desire. "A goal only just a little ahead of me. I enjoy having goals and I always get what I aim for."