Matthew's ice-blue eyes slowly softened with a hint of amusement.
He unhurriedly undid the last two buttons of his shirt. With a release of his hand, the shirt fell open, the fabric draping over Emma, tickling her side. She wanted to move, but her legs, tense and trembling, refused to budge an inch.
Emma couldn't help but swallow.
From her point, she had a clear view of Matthew's physique. Every muscle seemed like a meticulously sculpted work of art, exuding raw masculinity.
She knew exactly how much pleasure this body could bring her, so she blushed.
Matthew smiled triumphantly, like a puppeteer pulling the strings. His fingers gently traced Emma's cheek. "Darling, so this is what you like."
Emma gritted her teeth, refusing to concede.
"It's just a physiological reaction." She took
