Before Yvonne Finley could even react, the light in front of her changed suddenly, from the twilight outside to the dimness inside the room. A gentle breeze stirred up, and she found herself sitting on the shoe cabinet by the door, her slender waist half-held by two hands, pressed against him.
A whirlwind came in airtight.
Yvonne Finley struggled to cope with his passionate reaction, as if she were a puppet doll that could change in a thousand ways in his hands. She had no self-control ability whatsoever. She wanted to speak, but his kisses were dense and wild, both of her hands were twisted back against the wall, and her eyes brimmed with a sheen of moistness.
"Swe-e-etheart..."
Caleb Baker breathed out hot air, his fingers teasing her spine with a touch of romance, his voice husky, "Are you hungry?"
Yvonne Finley got a chance to breathe, her chest heaving: "Not really..."
"That's good."
