Her hair was silky and smooth under his fingertips, and as it spread out, a faint, refreshing lemon aroma floated up, reaching his nose.
Bringing his nose to her hair, Lucas Walker took a deep breath.
"Ivana, I like your smell."
Breathing in the faint sandalwood scent that carried a masculine aroma, Ivana Bennett lifted her face from his chest.
"Lucas Walker, I also like your smell."
Their eyes met, and they could see the desire in each other's eyes.
With her face feeling warm from the fire in his eyes, Ivana stretched out her tongue to moisten her slightly dry lips.
"There is a picture in the bedroom, shall we check it out?"
"Sure!"
While responding, his arm reached out, pick her up and headed towards the door of the study room.
Stepping into the bedroom across the room, Ivana jumped down from his arms, walked to the bed, opened the drawer, and took out a small framed painting.
She turned around, and handed the frame to him.
"I... I want to place this next to my bed."
