Ethel stopped breathing, stiff in his arms, her gaze fixed on him. She was drawn to the man's eyes and his beautiful face. Her eyes fluttered closed and then opened.
'Who is this man?'
Such a handsome man could be someone descended from heaven. What a lucky woman she would be if this man fell in love with her. She smiled coquettishly, batting her eyelashes.
Her body suddenly descended effortlessly, and a throbbing pain overtook her in the next minute.
"Ahh…" she whined, her eyes closed, rubbing her buttocks. When she opened her eyes, she saw those mesmerizing grey eyes staring straight into hers.
His face was so close… so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. And this musky scent, which smelled like fresh rain, was incredibly enticing.
Ethel smiled, forgetting her pain. She leaned in unconsciously, wanting to touch his bare chest.
