"Mmm..."
Christine Quinn kept patting Skyler Jones's back until he released her.
She stood before him, breathing heavily, seeing his fervent gaze that was so intense and unusual.
Her heart began to race, as if standing on the edge of a high-altitude bungee jump, her knees slightly weak.
He suddenly embraced her waist, again pressing his lips to hers like a storm, capturing her gasp, drowning her reason.
This kiss, too deep, too wonderful, too dangerous... unlike the teasing, provocative, testing feeling from last time, this time, he carried a strong desire...
His kiss boldly and passionately slid downward, recklessly savoring her beauty. When Christine let her guard down, he scooped her up horizontally...
This man, she really had no strength to resist.
Morning.
Christine Quinn slowly woke from her sleep.
Her cheeks were flushed as she instinctively glanced at the spot beside her.
The other side of the bed was empty, without a trace.
