Fugitive Heat

It was driving her wild. The way his eyes raked up her body, slowly and torturously.
She was almost convulsing under his penetrating gaze. They were out for dinner and he promised her a relieving element when they were back home. Was it her fault that she couldn't control herself?
The most simple thing he did turned her on to no end. The way he took his finger to his mouth and gently sucked the remnants of flavour. The way his jean clad leg would gently graze against her bare one.
The tension was almost palpable, it was over-riding her senses. All she wanted to do was reach out, grab him and place her lips firmly on his.

Sadly, this wasn’t the thought of a just one woman when she went out with Ayaan, because there wasn’t just ‘one’ woman. Until he meets her..
She drives him crazy with her drama and innocence.. Does he really know that she, with her "perfect halo of cold hair and lightning” is a vivacious vixen?