Amelia understood him and knew that he was easier to appease when certain emotions overtook him.
Though she didn't know why, at this moment her heart was racing with the desire to do just that.
She asked softly, "Where are you going? Didn't you just want it?"
Daniel Cooper, "..."
He was very angry, so angry that he felt nothing even after having seen her completely.
But now, they were too close, their breaths mingling in the steam, tantalizing every single nerve of his.
The woman's fragrance lingered under his nose, wave after wave, light and pleasant, impossible to dissipate.
That fair skin, black hair, and the delicate yet pronounced collarbone all fiercely assaulted his sight.
And the swell within the woman's clothes, softly pushing against his chest, was even more fatal.
He felt the blood in his body slowly stirring, his breathing became more rapid, unable to calm down.
