Chloe Reed’s breath hitched, her body growing slightly stiff.
Walker Grant placed her on the bed. His heated presence enveloped her as he propped himself up above her, gazing at her sleepy expression.
"Leaving?"
He asked in a low voice, his body slowly lowering. His unique, clean scent enveloped her, wrapping around her completely, inch by inch.
Chloe’s fingers curled. Seeing his unhurried demeanor, she frowned slightly and said, "If you’re going to do it, do it quickly. Quit stalling. Are you a man or not?"
"Heh..."
Walker Grant scoffed. "Wouldn’t you know best whether I’m a man or not?"
Unlike his usual fiery passion, he approached her slowly. His nose gently brushed against her cheek, and his lips ghosted over the corner of hers.
A fleeting touch.
There was no solid contact, yet his presence constantly enveloped her.
He was slowly turning up the heat.
At his touch, a faint pink blush spread across her fair skin. She had just showered, and a light, warm fragrance clung to her. Her long hair fanned out across the bed like seaweed.
Chloe instinctively pushed him. "If you’re not going to do it, then I’m leaving."
"Who said I wasn’t going to?"
Walker Grant pinned her wrists, planting one kiss after another on her.
"I want to go slow today. Are you in a hurry?"
He punctuated each word with a kiss, his long, dark eyes fixed on her, observing her every reaction.
Chloe’s breathing trembled. She knew she was outmatched.
So she simply closed her eyes, no longer looking at him, no longer rushing him.
But Walker Grant was undeterred by her surrender. He knew all her sensitive spots. As his fingertips kneaded and teased, her body began to tremble.
But Chloe hated this feeling.
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