Not knowing where to place her hands, the air was filled with wild, masculine scent.
Crossley Gibson felt as if her heart was going to jump out of her throat; she wanted to move, but didn't dare, fearing he'd act recklessly again. So she stayed still for several minutes, her body stiff and uncomfortable.
Finally, she shifted her body, reaching out to push him away. As she looked up, she met the man's bloodshot eyes.
Crossley panicked, clearly sensing the man's body starting to heat up. She froze, not daring to move anymore.
"I warned you not to move!" Ose Owen almost growled, his voice not loud but hoarse, striking her heart with each word.
Crossley wanted to lower her head, but the next moment, the man's large hand grasped her chin, his scorching lips pressing down, sweeping her with a deluge of kisses.
