Bella Woods felt awkward under Ashton Marshall's intense gaze, so she simply cupped his face and kissed him. When her words became indistinct, she whispered, "I want it."
Ashton Marshall's lips curled into a slight smile, and his kiss was exceptionally gentle.
When their lips parted, Ashton's nose brushed against Bella's. "I miss you too, Little Bella."
His voice was husky, carrying a strong allure.
Bella placed her hand on the side of Ashton's face, slightly lifted her head, and initiated another kiss. In a swift movement, their positions were swapped.
Her kiss traveled down from the man's lips.
As her teeth gently undid the buttons of Ashton's shirt, her gaze met his eyes with a mix of nervousness and an adventurous thrill. She then lowered her eyes, continuing to unbutton one by one until she reached the belt.
She crawled up, like a kitten, moving forward.
Ashton watched her with a smile, letting her hands wander over his abs.
