Arabella fought to suppress the urge and shivering emanating from within her body, "Enough… enough…"
His warm palm rested on her waist, his cool fingertips flipping up the hem of her shirt, instantly resting on the skin of her waist without any barrier.
Arabella gasped, her pupils dilating to their fullest.
That warm hand began to roam beneath her shirt, the smooth and tender skin bringing Joel immense satisfaction.
"Enough… if you keep this up, something's going to happen…"
Arabella was panting lightly, her hand pressing down on his through her clothes.
"Dare to make a deal with me on this when you're most confident, Arabella—you better not let me catch you!"
Joel's voice, low and resonant, fell, and he suddenly bent down to bite her lip fiercely.
Arabella blinked, the man's almost grinding ferocity filled her with an inexplicable sense of panic.
She had a premonition that if it really came to that, she might actually "die" several times.
