"Does your heart ache?" Yulia O'Connell's fingers caressed his strong chest, listening to the powerful heartbeat there.
"Little minx, it's all you here, do you think it aches?" Cole O'Connell pinched her chin, lowered his head to kiss her—a kiss that grew deeper, as if he was swallowing her whole.
Within his towering body, layer upon layer of raging fire ignited.
The taste of that night had lingered in his body these past days, unable to dissipate. God knows, he was almost driven mad with longing for her these couple of days.
"Did you miss me?" Cole O'Connell's hand slid over her smooth spine, landing at her tailbone, his thumb provocatively sending shivers of pleasure through her.
Yulia O'Connell's fair face flushed deeply. Her hands resisted, unwilling to voice the primal desire her body also felt for him.
Yet their identities were like a barrier, blocking them, unable to be pierced.
"Promise me, don't reveal our relationship tomorrow, okay?" Yulia O'Connell gasped.
