Tyson's acute hearing picked up her racing heart beat, and wondered if that was from panic, or pleasure. He was unsure until she practically threw her self onto him. Not that he was complaining oh no, nothing of that sort. He rather enjoyed himself as he pressed his large hands into the small of her back, his lips and tongue moving along with hers. His groin growing, from the sudden rush of passion. Tyson's member pressed firmly against Lyall's tummy, letting her know that he wanted her. Though he made no attempt at mounting her or letting that come into play for he knew she was not ready to take that step.<br/><br/>After she had returned her attention to the cooking food he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and went to grab a few plates and glasses for the two of them to eat together. "That smells delicious." He made emphasis on the word delicious giving it a hidden meaning.  As he set the table his orbs wandered over to her sleek form. He wished he could have her but the more he waited for more he would ravish her when he got the chance.<br/><br/>Worry wafted off of Lyall as if something was wrong. He wondered if she had been panic'd or that was a kiss of passion like it felt like. Hell he could even smell the passion flowing from her when she kissed him. Instead of confusing himself even more, Tyson went over and grabbed the stack of pancakes and ask, "Is there anything wrong Lyall? I can smell the worry coming off you like a bad smell." He said then mentally kicked himself in the ass for saying the last part.