Gazing intently at James Black, Jane Sampson raised the hand she had been hiding behind her back and touched his hair, muttering, "A buzz cut is so convenient, just wipe it a bit, and the hair's almost dry, hardly any need for a hairdryer."
"Hmm." Even though he just hummed a single syllable, James Black's voice couldn't hide his current emotions, low and husky.
Jane Sampson had always known how sexy James Black's voice was when he got aroused.
But she had never listened to it so intently before when she was this lucid.
Standing beside the bed, her gaze slowly moved down from James's hair, skipping over his nearly flaming eyes, bit by bit, and then landed on a certain spot.
After a moment's thought, Jane Sampson asked very seriously, "James, are you uncomfortable?"
Before James could answer her, Jane's voice continued gently, "Otherwise, shall I help you press it down?"
