Yancy Hastings hadn't expected her to make such a move, and for a moment, he was stunned.
When he collected his thoughts, he gently pushed away the little woman who was ravishing his lips.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Yancy Hastings's eyebrows furrowed as he shrugged off her hand resting on his chest.
An electric, ambiguous tension filled the air, the temperature rapidly escalating; he couldn't deny that he was suddenly anticipating what would happen next.
"I want you!"
Fiona Sutton tilted her head up. It's just one night with him, right?
As long as she enjoyed herself, it wasn't certain who was accompanying whom.
After all, the man in front of her had such a fantastic body and was her favorite kind of soldier, handsome enough to be deadly.
If it weren't for his awful temperament, he'd be one of the top-notch men.
She knew countless young girls who would throw themselves at him.
"Say it again!"
