"Coming over to give you a massage, wouldn't it be unreasonable if I didn't get some benefit?" Her voice was melodious and pleasant, carrying the fullness of morning energy. Her clear eyes, looking at the person pinned beneath her, danced with a light smile.
Keane Lowell smirked, "What kind of benefit do you want?"
"I haven't thought about it yet." Claire Prescott kissed him, and immediately sensed something was off, "So you washed up and laid here waiting for me?"
The man didn't reply to her comment.
Claire Prescott felt like she had fallen into a wolf's den and was about to get off him.
Unexpectedly, his arm reached out from under the blanket, hooked around her waist, and easily flipped her beneath him.
She fell entirely onto the bed, her thick, black hair scattered like silk.
Before she could regain her senses, the man's soft lips covered hers.
Kissing her deeply from shallow to intense.
