Upon saying that, Deirdre grabbed Kyran’s hands and stuffed them under her shirt once again without being bothered by his reluctance.

He could feel the curve above the woman’s abdomen.

Kyran kept his fingers curled, yet he could not stop his mind from wandering. His palms were sweaty from holding himself back.

Kyran pulled back his hands, turned over, and lay down on the bed, yet his body was burning with sexual desire.

“That’s enough.”

Deirdre could feel the cold wind stirred up by the m