He liked this feeling very much; he liked how his scent was on every spot of her body.
Gradually, he did not really want to stop only at a kiss.
In the days at the hospital, he did not once touch her in consideration of her injury. Even their kisses were mere pecks on the lips, and that was it.
It had been a few days since they had not had any intimate contact; he missed her body a little.
As the man kissed his woman, he tentatively held her hand and led it to a certain place that he had been eyeing on, as if sending her some sort of secret signal.
The fiery touch from the fingertips was so clear even through the fabric.
She opened her eyes in shock, only to look into that pair of deep-set eyes of his.
There was undisguised lust in his eyes.
"Hey, you…"
She blushed, neither knowing what to say about him nor knowing what exactly was contained in his mind.
This man…
They just got off the plane, but he was…
