Joel Russo lowered his head to gaze at her, leaned in close, and wrapped her in his arms, pressing his forehead against hers, his large hand gently stroking her waist, slowly slipping under her pajama top.
Arabella Vanderbilt bit her lip tightly.
Joel whispered in her ear, kissing her flushed earlobe, and said softly:
"Arabella... I miss you so much..."
His warm breath brushed her cheek, the low magnetic voice carrying an unmistakable desire.
The blatant seduction nearly made Arabella give in to him.
But she couldn't.
She grabbed his hand that was moving up her chest, tilting her head up to look at the man, her hesitant gaze making Joel's heart soften.
"Joel, we can't do this anymore..."
Joel's face, which was tinged with a hint of passion, suddenly turned a bit stiff.
"We can't... do this anymore..."
Arabella nodded a little awkwardly, almost unable to bear looking at his expression.
