"When did you wake up?" Tara Summer asked again, her voice trembling at the end, disturbed by the ambiguous atmosphere.
The man remained silent, suddenly placing a light kiss on the skin of her collarbone. His touch was light, somewhat ticklish.
Tara Summer's heart fluttered, almost suffocating. She couldn't help but squirm, gently pushing him away, "Liam Yancey! Let me go..."
Before she could finish, the man's large hand pressed hard against her waist, pressing her body against his.
Tara Summer froze, her breath catching for several seconds, acutely aware of the strength looming from the man's body.
Through the thin fabric, she could feel his solid chest and abdominal muscles, hard and scorching hot. The images of their entanglement on the plane for three days flashed through her mind, making her cheeks turn nearly bloody red.
