Just as he was about to stand, she sat up and threw herself into his arms.
"Miles, why are you torturing me like this?"
His was the only name on her lips.
He wanted to pull away, but he couldn't move at all.
At that moment, he wanted to throw her own words back at her. 'Joan Shaw, why are you torturing me like this?'
"I'm here," he finally replied, nodding. His voice was hoarse.
His response was the perfect cure. Like a patient instantly healed by medicine, Joan suddenly became full of energy.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, then leaned in and kissed him.
Her lips were sweet and soft, smooth and yielding like silk.
When her nimble tongue slipped past his teeth and into his mouth, he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his entire body, leaving him tingling intensely.
