Joanna Lawrence's heartbeat accelerated, a warm flush spreading across her face.
The man's slender fingers descended on another of her buttons, continuing to undo her nightgown.
Soon, the silk nightgown Joanna wore, which didn't have many buttons to begin with, had been completely undone by him.
The chill at her chest jolted her back to her senses, and by the time she realized what he wanted to do, it was too late to stop him.
"Ashton Heath, don't..."
She held his hand, which was about to move further down, her petite face flushing red, her heart in a panic.
She wasn't ready yet.
Ashton paused, lowering his eyes to look at her for a few seconds, his large hand turning over to envelop her soft little hand tightly in his palm.
He spoke, his voice even more hoarse than before, "Baby, I've been waiting a long time. Don't reject me again, okay?"
Joanna bit her lower lip, "But..."
"But what? You don't want to give yourself to me?"
