Under the blanket, their bodies pressed close.
He had just taken a shower, his body was hot, and being too close, that scorching heat was unbearable.
Zoe Bell unconsciously murmured a sound.
It was soft, like a cat's paw scratching at his heart.
Leaning even closer...
The stirred-up thick heat made his throat dry and itchy.
"Zoe—" his voice was low and slow, filled with uncontrollable urges.
He took a deep breath, loosened his hand from her waist, and tried to move away, but Zoe Bell had finally found a warm, comfortable spot and refused to move. She even frowned slightly and snuggled closer into his embrace.
Her lips had lost their color, a light pink, looking...
Very kissable.
She gently rubbed against him in his arms,
Like she was grinding.
"Zoe, I gave you a chance," his throat tightened, "It was you who moved closer."
He reached out, pulling Zoe Bell back into his arms...
The last word was drowned out between their lips.
At that moment,
