Something about her answer made his shoulders less tense. His eyes remained closed as he moved his face to her neck, sniffing in her scent.

The contact of his face, the warmth of his breath against her skin made her clutched tighter to him.

Her head tilted back, but when he sniffed her in, a soft gasp—almost like a moan slipped out of her lips.

Her body was pulsing, in a way she had never felt before, down to her inner thighs.

‘ God..’ she cried in her mind, subconsciously holding him tighter, feeling his warmth, his muscles from the shirt.

Everything about him, at this instant, drives her insane,...