Bella Woods lunged fiercely, but in her excitement, her mouth slipped to his Adam's apple, biting hard, causing the man to grunt.
"Ashton Marshall, you're playing with fire."
He grasped Bella's waist, pinning her against the wall beside him, pressing his chest against hers as he kissed her.
Her back against the cold wall, her front pressed by the man's burning chest.
The sensation was like fire and ice.
In the end, she was kissed until her legs went weak, and as she slid down, her face brushed against the waistband of his pants before being caught.
The man laughed freely: "Wasn't this not going to happen?"
Bella blushed, stubbornly denying: "I was just kissing you. You're the one who can't distinguish between kissing and something more, right?"
Ashton scoffed.
She was sharp enough to use his words against him.
What an interesting kid.
