She laughs softly, shaking her head. "Well, if that's what you think...," she teases, her voice low and sultry now. She leans in closer to you, pressing the length of her body against yours. Her breath fanning across your cheek as she whispers, "Then maybe I should show you just how wrong you are."

Her fingers dance along your jawline and down to the collar of your shirt, loosening it until she can slip it over your shoulders. She pauses for a moment, watching as you shrug out of it and toss it aside, revealing the toned muscles of your chest.

Her breath hitches in her throat at the sight, and with a quiet moan, she leans forward to press her lips against your skin, tasting the saltiness of sweat mixed with the smooth texture of your flesh.