Tyson loosened his grip slightly has he felt her begin to move, her soft lips met his flesh and it took all of his strength to not respond with his own kisses to her neck, his body was went tense as he locked his muscles not wanting to move as he simply let her explore the various dips, taste, texture and feel of his sun kissed skin. He balled up the end of her jacket as his restraint on his control was waning to a slim sliver of nothing his knuckles a stark white at his grip on the balled up material. Trying to reestablish the control over his desire, his breath came out slow, and some what even.<br/><br/>His warm breath cascading across her neck and down her back, ruffling up the small strands of her auburn hair. He closed his eyes and his body began to shake as his control was slipping. He felt her lips, a mere caress as they inclined up towards his chin, and than her lush velvety soft lips captured his, he almost didn't return the kiss but knew it would upset her if he chose not to. The usual softness of his lips was gone and in replace of them was the firm lines of a man in control, he let them soften a little as they pressed more into Lyall's wanting lips.<br/><br/>Tyson's nostrils flared as he breathed out of his nose, and he caught the faint scent of desire mixed in with arousal and he knew she was battling with her body to take it slow. They fought the same battle but Tyson lost his to his natural instincts, a small growl emitted from his throat , indicating he had lost. His palm came around and spanned the length of her small abdomen and pushed her back, he heard the soft sound of her weight resting against the wooden door. His tall shoulders loomed over her and he felt like a beast compared to her.<br/><br/>Bringing both his hands up he now cupped her face and kissed her, passion swelling inside him and around him every second he held her lips with his own. The same lips that were firm lines a few minutes ago, now were softened as they morphed and moved with her own. His rough large hands slipped up under her shirt and he felt the warm creamy silkiness of her flesh. He broke the kiss gasping for air and than realized he had gone to far. He sighed and let his forehead rest of hers and he chastised himself with drawing his hand from her shirt and placing them in his pockets, â€œI'm sorry Lyall... I..I didn't mean..to.â€ he stopped talking and hung his head in shame for loosing control with her. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away with his over dominate masculine side.