The man who was pushed away had intense lust in his eyes, his breath heavy and hurried, as if the fire in his eyes had completely ignited.
His gaze on her was like a beast staring at a small lamb.
Under his stare, the little lamb was shivering...
Ashton Heath's dark, heavy gaze fell on the tender, swollen pink lips of the little lamb that he had kissed, and his eyes darkened even more.
This little lamb was much more delicious than he had imagined.
Tasting it once was addictive.
Just now, if she hadn't pushed him away, he might not have been able to control himself.
Fine sweat broke out on his forehead...
Some part of his body had reacted long ago.
When Joanna Lawrence saw it, her face turned as hot as fire, and even her ears and neck turned red.
Her eyes flickered a few times, flustered and upset, she shifted her gaze, squatting down to open her suitcase: "I, I'll pack my luggage. If you really want to stay tonight, then, then I'll go sleep on the sofa."
