The man's shirt was open, loosely hanging in mid-air, with a thick, burning heat emanating from his body, spreading warmly downward.
A pair of eyes fell in the dim light, deep and rich like ink that can't dissolve, seemingly absorbing her.
His voice was husky: "Did you do it on purpose?"
Claire Prescott smiled innocently: "Even if I did it on purpose, I only did what you asked for, and it's you who couldn't handle it."
After all, it was just a kiss on his Adam's apple, who knew he was so sensitive...
She lifted her hand to his side face, gently rubbing her fingertip along his eye corner, her voice softening: "Not tonight, please don't."
Her tone carried a soothing intent, subtle and intimate, leaving one helpless against her charms.
Keane Lowell was successfully lured in, bending down, gently and restrainedly pressing his lips on her soft lips, before releasing her after a while.
He stood up, walking steadily towards the door while buttoning his shirt.
