But as Ferdinand walked to his seat, she couldn't help but glance at his crotch and noticed that he had managed to regain his composure.
The bulging tent earlier was gone.
'How unfair. How did he manage to calm down so quickly?'
Arabella pouted as she squirmed, feeling the moist his needy kisses had caused between her legs. She only realized it when she sat down and felt the dampness.
'When did I become such a wanton woman? We just kissed,' Arabella internally complained.
But how could she help it when she missed him constantly and now he was finally back?
Who wouldn't get tempted when he holds her tight and kisses her so needily? Especially when his kisses were usually what turned her on.
[This scent?! Is Arabella aroused?] Ferdinand glanced at her and Arabella quickly looked down at the food on the table, not wanting to confirm his suspicion.
She knew he would know if their gazes met again so she avoided it.
