Jaylene was held tightly by him, his familiar pine scent mixed with a faint hint of tobacco enveloping her, as well as the aroma of Hennessy.
Her head rested on his shoulder, her hair rubbing against his shirt and creating a soft rustling sound. In the quiet night, the narrow staircase seemed especially intimate.
Jaylene felt that Joseph Thompson was particularly gentle tonight. This perception was shattered the moment he brought her to the guest room upstairs.
Joseph carried her directly into the guest room, closed the door behind him with a gentle hook of his foot, and in an instant, pushed her up against the door, bent down, and covered her with a blazing, unexpected kiss.
Jaylene's dizzy mind finally reacted at that moment, but it was too late to break free. His movements were fast, fierce, and urgent, leaving her no chance to escape.
