A low groan and the man finally released her lips; the next second, however, he crossed her hands above her head, pinning her down easily with just one large hand, while the other reached for the zipper at her waist, "Weren't you blaming me yesterday for not helping you undress? Now I'll help you take it off."
Amelia's eyes suddenly widened, "Daniel Cooper, you bastard..."
Her mouth was abruptly covered by the man's large hand, his eyes drooping as he kissed her forehead, eyes, and the tip of her nose... His voice was hoarse and tender as he said, "Don't curse at me, I just want to kiss you, I don't want to do anything else, but the moment you curse at me, I get excited, and when I'm excited I might lose control and want to do something else."
Amelia, "..."
It seemed he indeed had this problem.
So she closed her eyes and ceased to struggle.
