His mouth was incredibly refreshing, with a masculine taste, and her mind went blank and chaotic. She instinctively closed her eyes and was oblivious to Harold Chapman touching her waist.
Under his large hand was smooth skin, as Harold's fingers moved downward, nearing a place never visited by anyone. Chloe Summers seemed lost in his kiss; even if he touched, it wouldn't matter.
But Harold Chapman didn't want to touch a girl so easily.
His fingers gradually retreated, leaving her lips, creating a private distance between their mouths. He stared at Chloe Summers' breathless appearance; her flushed face resembled a pure lotus flower, intoxicatingly beautiful.
The corners of her lips, slightly swollen from his kiss, now had a glossy shine like thin petals.
"Chloe Summers, stop resisting. You enjoy my kisses too, right? So be my girlfriend?"
