In a hazy moment, Arabella could clearly hear Joel's low, husky voice tinged with laughter, followed by a deeper kiss.
Her body, initially stiff, gradually relaxed upon hearing Joel's words. She tilted her head back, not refusing his intense, airtight kiss.
The scent that was uniquely Joel's lingered at her nostrils, her breath becoming heavier under his prolonged, deep kisses, her legs slowly growing warm and weak.
Her hips were suddenly grasped; the next moment, she felt weightless under her feet, and she was already seated on the glass platform behind her, being lifted into his embrace.
The man continued to kiss her and as Arabella took her seat, a brief daze cleared from her eyes.
Joel eased up slightly, and she found herself able to gaze directly into his eyes from her position on the glass platform.
"Daydreaming, hm?"
His eyes, growing darker, stared at her as his low, husky voice carried a dangerously seductive edge.
