Cheryl
“Relax, baby, okay?” Mr. Han’s raspy voice filled my ears, low and soothing.
I nodded, but I couldn’t relax. My chest was hammering, my skin burning with anticipation.
His lips met mine—soft, deliberate, teasing. The only sounds in the room were our mingled breaths and the wet press of our lips. He kissed me gently at first, then deeper, his tongue sliding against mine in slow, sensual strokes.
I melted into him, my fingers digging into his shirt, needing more.
Mr. Han took my hand, guiding it between my thighs. My breath hitched.
His other hand slid beneath my head, tilting it up so he could kiss me harder, deeper, like he wanted to drown me in him.
Heat coiled in my stomach.
I loved the way he kissed me. The way he devoured my lips, like he was savoring me, like he had al
