"Is there a prize if I guess right?" Lily Shaw pressed her lips together with a smile, her rosy tongue slipping out to lightly tease at the corner of her mouth. Even with her eyes swollen and red, her allure was undiminished—in an instant, she transformed from a rain-beaten lily into a vivid, blossoming rose.
The natural, intoxicating charm made Eldest Young Master Grant's lower abdomen burn with heat—his breaths grew quick, rough, ragged.
He rarely saw Lily Shaw look so seductive; seeing her like this now, he was unusually excited—his heart beat faster, his breaths heavier, those iron arms holding her tight, as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones and blood.
If only the timing was right, he'd pin this little temptress—so bent on seducing him and toppling his self-control—to the bed and go three hundred rounds right now.
Lily didn't miss her husband's shifting gaze. Hearing the sudden quickening of his heartbeat, that rougher breathing, there was a sly smile in her eyes.
