The man's dark gaze fixed on her, smirking yet not quite smiling.
Her body couldn't help but react as his long fingers explored everywhere, and uncontrollable, age-restricted images began tumbling through her mind.
Unintentional, soft noises escaped her throat…
She knew he was simply paying her back in her own coin.
Amelia could only concede defeat, mumbling his name, "Daniel…"
"Hmm?" A husky voice descended from above, "What's the matter?"
Amelia was trapped in a tight space between the man's body and the door, engulfed in an intense scent of male pheromones. Pretending to struggle to breathe, she negotiated with him, "Let's go to the bed, shall we… please let go first…"
"After tempting and lighting a fire, you want to escape?" His gaze deepened over her red lips and white neck, as if seeing through her little tricks, his husky, sexy voice pressed down, almost laughing, "Do you think it'll be that easy?"
