As soon as the words fell, Kevin Sheffield saw Angela Linton's exposed ear turn red between her hair, and her slender fair neck also flushed with a faint pink.
Her face was very red, her eyes shimmering with light, dazed and shy, with a hint of panic.
Angela Linton was trapped on the sofa by him, her nose filled with the intense scent of male hormones, like a scorching, solid fireplace, or the fierce courage mixed with the hot wind and blood of a blazing sun, in short, there was nothing gentle about it.
Angela's fingertips pressed against his firm and full chest muscles, her coquettish voice trembling: "I, you…"
Kevin Sheffield's eyes darkened, his large hand gripping her narrow waist went down, reaching under her skirt.
Her clothes were all soft and expensive fabrics, comfortable and smooth to the touch, yet not comparable to the fineness of even one percent of her skin.
