Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3370

Her voice was soft and sweet, laced with a subtle hint of flirtation. The flushed corners of her eyes held an innocent, yet deeply seductive allure.

Gonzalez swallowed hard, his breathing instantly growing heavier.

Norah took a step forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. Pressing herself flush against his solid chest, she murmured, "Let's sleep together. Okay?"

Blood roared in Gonzalez's ears. His expression turned dangerously somber, resembling the eerie calm right before a hurricane. He had no idea what she was actually asking for.

Was this just the drunken clinging of a sleepy girl, or did she mean exactly what he wanted her to mean?

Whatever it was, he was completely incapable of pushing her away.

He gently peeled her hands off his waist, only to grip her hand tightly and pull her into his apartment.

Once inside, Norah grabbed Circe, collapsing sideways onto the couch and giggling uncontrollably. The cat had been fast asleep and was not at all thrilled about being abruptly woken up, squirming grumpily in her grip.

Gonzalez quickly brewed a cup of hangover tea and handed it to her. "Drink this."

Norah aggressively shook her head. "No. It tastes gross."

"If you drink it, you won't have a headache tomorrow," he coaxed, his voice a low, soothing rumble.

She pretended not to hear him, trying to force the grumpy cat to play with her instead.

Defeated, Gonzalez set the mug on the coffee table. "Do you want to take a shower?"

Norah turned, looking at him with wide, innocent, liquid eyes. "Will you help me wash?"

His gaze grew intensely predatory, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly rasp. "Norah, are you doing this on purpose?"

She maintained her picture-perfect innocence, completely unfazed. "Are you afraid you won't be able to control yourself? What exactly do you want to do to me?"

Gonzalez was rendered entirely speechless.

Norah giggled playfully. "Run the bath for me. I'll wash myself."

He took a long, jagged breath, forcing himself to turn around and head to the bathroom to start the water.

Clutching Circe, Norah flashed a wicked smile. "Let's wash together."

In the steam-filled bathroom, the lighting felt hazy and intimate. He locked his eyes onto hers. "I really am afraid I won't be able to control myself."

Suddenly, a smile broke across her face—quiet, pure, and utterly trusting. "I trust you."

Gonzalez let out a heavy breath. He stepped up to her and reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. She stood perfectly still, letting him serve her.

Once it was unclasped, he hesitated, his fingers lingering.

Norah nudged him impatiently. "Hurry up. I want to go to sleep after this."

He looked down at her profile, staring at the absolute innocence radiating from her expression. For the very first time, he found himself completely unable to read her mind.

He lifted the fabric and slid the dress off her shoulders. The breath was instantly knocked from his lungs, his expression turning deeply predatory.

Her stunning curves were fully exposed, her luminous skin flushed with a captivating, alcohol-induced rosiness. A faint, sweet milky scent mingled with the hot steam, and with every breath he took, it completely overloaded his senses.

Every muscle in his body pulled violently taut; he could literally feel his pulse pounding through his veins.