"Nice to know he has some limits," Alyssa snorted, and clicked the porn off before it moved to some dialogue that was promising to be more painful than that position looked. She turned back to Karl when she heard him get off the bed, and therefore did not miss an inch of him taking his sweet time to get his shirt off.
She'd known her partner had an impressive body - she'd seen him in action more than one, and had recently had opportunity to be pressed up against that chest quite tightly. But she'd never seen him half-naked before.
And that's a damn shame, a small little voice piped up in the back of her brain. She knew that her eyes had gone wide again - and Alyssa hated it. She'd seen beautiful men before, why was she responding to him like this? Why was he insisting on upping the ante?
Because part of her recognized this as a challenge, the part of her that made her want to step back and reevaluate the situation. There was something going on her that was dangerous, and she couldn't put her finger on it... but maybe that's because her gaze was lingering too long at his chest.
Say something, idiot. "Change your mind?" Alyssa asked, refusing to move one inch backwards - or that same inch closer - she stood her ground with studied casual grace. She was starting to get cold, and she wanted out of the towel, but she'd started this and now she'd finish it. "About the shower, I mean?"