"Don't... don't..."
Arabella Vanderbilt shivered all over, her heart pounding, seemingly unable to bear such seduction.
"What should I not do? You were right, I came over because I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Joel Russo's husky, deep voice paused meaningfully, and Arabella, as intelligent as she was, could clearly understand his implication.
"Is your purpose perhaps too displeasing?"
Arabella breathed lightly, her beautiful face flushed with red, her eyes misty with moisture, her lips swollen and moist from his kisses.
Utterly defenseless against him.
Joel's hand moved to her back, pinching the zipper at the nape of her neck, and slowly pulled it down.
Arabella's eyes twinkled, she looked up at him somewhat excitedly.
Joel pecked her lips gently, his dark, deep eyes intently fixed on hers.
"I'll make you like it."
