A few minutes later.
Joanna Lawrence, panting heavily and unable to stand steadily, leaned weakly against his chest.
One hand tightly clutched his shirt collar.
This man's kissing skills were getting better and better.
Every time, she would be melted into a pile of goo.
"Baby." Ashton Heath's fingers touched her swollen lips. His eyes turned hot and dark, his voice a bit hoarse, "Are you still uncomfortable? I was thinking..."
"No, you don't."
Before he could utter the words, Joanna quickly covered his mouth with her hand.
"Ashton, I have to go to the film crew in two days. For these two days, I need to speed up my script reading. I am going to take a shower now, and then I have to read the script. You... find something else to do."
Stop clinging to her.
She couldn't handle it anymore.
If it was just a few minutes, she could bear it.
But...
