She forced him down on top of her. Voice still drained but with a hint of mischief. "Now, it's your turn."
Alice was without a doubt a captivating beauty—a woman who a regal, refined presence yet whenever it came to Caleb she was a puddy mess.
But she remained beautiful regardless.
Even so, Caleb's even remained fixed on the door even when she forced him down for the kiss.
His heart thumped in his chest for two reasons. (1) Because of what was clearly happening. (2) If anyone came in then she'd have to explain something he had no explanation for himself.
Sensing his attention elsewhere, Alice eyes shined with a mischievous glint.
Her warm hands undid his shirt and guided it off his shoulders. Then lower, sliding past the band of his sweatpants and into his underwear.
Her eyes bulged as she felt it in her hands. Her mouth froze and Caleb took a sharp intake of air.
