His thin lips pressed near the corner of her mouth, his breath grew heavier: "If you move again, I won't be so polite!"
"Not polite? What are you planning to do to me?" Emma Benson didn't notice how his breathing turned heavier, she continued to fidget in his arms until her knee accidentally brushed against his lower body, and she heard his gasp. That's when she stopped moving.
Her body immediately stiffened, realizing something, she looked up to meet his deep eyes, which seemed ready to ignite, full of intense desire.
"Sorry..." She quickly reacted, obediently staying still, even her breathing paused.
Walter Schmidt narrowed his eyes, a devilish smile curled on his thin lips, his forehead resting against hers, his voice slightly hoarse: "You said... what am I planning to do?"
His large hand caressed her waist, the gesture was suggestive, even through the pajamas, his palm felt scorching hot.
