The arm was full of power.
Pressing against her thin gown, it subtly pinned her between the wall and his body.
With every breath, his masculine scent filled her nostrils.
Stella Sterling tried to lean back and pull away.
However, the back of her bare right shoulder suddenly brushed against the wall, and the cold sensation made her shrink back, leaning forward again.
Stella Sterling looked up, the space between her eyebrows just barely grazing the man's chin.
"Roman..."
The moment she spoke, the arm behind her waist suddenly tightened.
"Ah—"
The slender, petite young woman stumbled right into his firm, broad chest.
In the next instant, warmth covered her right shoulder blade.
The man's dry palm pressed against her delicate shoulder blade, wordlessly chasing away the lingering chill from where her skin had touched the wall.
