Allyson's POV
My heart hammered against my ribs as Michael's solid frame pinned me in place, his body radiating warmth that made my head spin. That intoxicating scent of his - dark cedar mixed with something purely masculine - clouded my judgment completely.
"Don't tell me you're not fond of my surprises," he whispered against my ear, his breath sending electric currents down my spine.
I fought to control my racing pulse. "I didn't say I wasn't," I managed to whisper back, my resolve crumbling as my body curved into his despite every logical thought screaming at me to resist.
"Then what's the problem?" His free hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to meet those penetrating gray eyes that always seemed to see straight through me.
"Michael, you purchased that car without consulting me."
That devastating smile spread across his lips, equal parts cocky and seductive. "That's generally how surprises function, Allyson."
