He kissed her lips tenderly, gently sucking and savoring them, again and again. As he kissed her, his deep, inky eyes locked onto hers, never once looking away, capturing every bit of her shyness in his gaze.
Cynthia opened her mouth to scold him, only for him to take advantage of the moment, slipping inside and playfully nipping at her tongue. She nearly let out a soft moan, but before she could, he murmured her name in a low, husky voice.
"Cynthia…"
He was losing control. Though he had told himself he would wait until she had fully let go of her emotional barriers, the way she looked right now—so tempting, so irresistible—was driving him to the brink.
His breath grew heavier, and his lingering kisses trailed from her ear down to the back of her neck. When he felt her body trembling in response, his self-restraint wavered even more. Just as things were spiraling out of control—
Click.
