His orbs followed her, keeping tack of every fidget, every nervous movement that she made. He smiled as she made her jerky movement and her lips met his. At first it was a kiss of nerves and than it turned into passion. His lips up turned into a smile as he softened them, her arms came up then and tangled around his neck and responded the only way he knew how to, especially when he felt her breasts on him. Tyson's hands were a blur as they reached out and he palmed her ass, then pulled her further against him.<br/><br/>The conjunction between her legs pressing against the region above his crotch, he could feel the heat radiating from there and all he wanted to do was pick her up, bring her to his bed and slowly take her clothes off and bury himself within her. He wanted to feel her tight muscles clenching around him as they spasms from the numerous orgasms he would give her. As he began to get deep in thought of what he would do to her, and his cock began to harden from those thoughts, he heard the sizzling from the food intense and he had to get back to it before he cooked it too much.<br/><br/>He broke the kisses than gave her a quick peck on her nose and untangled her hands and turned on his heel and immediately checked on the steak. They looked done, with a bit of blood seeping out of the meat. He turned off the burning, flipped the eggs. Grabbed two plates from the cupboard, than placed half of the food onto each plate and grabbed some silver ware and placed all of it next to Lyall than began to cut into his steak and eggs and ate.