When his thin lips gently nibbled on her earlobe, it felt like a searing touch on her heart.
Her body trembled slightly, and she looked up at him saying, "What do you want to say?"
"You..." Walter Schmidt pinched her chin, slowly leaning in until his prominent nose brushed against her cute one. "Don't you want to do something?"
The man's voice was magnetic and husky, his dark eyes blazing, his fervent gaze making her cheeks flush.
"...No." Emma Benson naturally understood his meaning, reached out to push him, then directly turned her back on him, not intending to pay him any heed.
"Really don't want to?"
"I don't!" Emma Benson shifted away, trying to avoid contact with him, yet the man's long arms wrapped around her waist, making it impossible to distance herself even an inch. Their bodies were still tightly pressed together.
"Really?" Walter Schmidt propped his upper body up, gazing down at her fair face. The faint blush due to shyness was teasing to his eyes.
