"Joel Russo..."
Before she could finish speaking, the strong, vigorous hand around her waist yanked her back into his arms, making her jaw ache slightly.
Then she watched helplessly as that devastatingly handsome face grew larger and larger, and unexpectedly captured her lips.
The fleeting contact in the car yesterday had occupied his thoughts for a long time.
And the first time he kissed her, the soft touch made him never stop missing her.
A brief taste was far from satisfying.
"Russo..."
Arabella Vanderbilt was frightened by his sudden move.
Her hands pressed against Joel Russo's chest, and the more she struggled, the more firmly he restrained her.
A deeper sweetness and richness.
Indeed, he was not disappointed.
Arabella's remaining rationality told her not to struggle anymore, and then all she could do was to stand still, allowing the much taller man to bend down and kiss her fiercely.
She felt as if the air in her chest was being drawn out bit by bit.
