"Hmm?" Jane McCain didn't understand what he meant, her eyes looking at him in a daze.
She had soaked in the hot spring for too long, her body was soft, and even her mind was a bit foggy.
"Don't look at me like that, or something will happen." Allen Rivera chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Kissing had become a habit, she almost offered no resistance, slightly parting her lips to let him do as he pleased.
Her body sank into the mattress; she loved being kissed by him, being caressed, being tightly held in his embrace. Even if she felt breathless, the sensation was overwhelmingly wonderful.
Unconsciously, his hand slipped inside her clothes.
Realizing she had nothing under her bathrobe, Allen took a deep breath, finally regaining some rationality, and propped himself up, pulling her bathrobe back together.
Jane half-opened her eyes, her gaze soft and starry, filled with infatuation.
