Leslie Howard's kiss was as sweet and warm as it was four years ago.
No, it was even more enchanting than it was over four years ago.
Her kiss was still clumsy and lacking in skill, but her little tongue carried a sweet scent as it boldly explored his mouth.
The suggestive blush spread over the woman's fair, dewy cheeks, adding a seductive allure to her already enchanting eyes.
David Redington passively deepened the kiss, passively felt her little hands pressing against his chest, passively let her grab his tie, passively let her nimble hands undo his shirt buttons…
By the time he came to his senses, his shirt collar had already been pulled open by Leslie Howard.
The woman's kiss continued downward.
Her soft red lips kissed the man's Adam's apple, collarbone, broad shoulders, and muscular chest.
When Leslie Howard's little mouth bit down on his defined abs.
"Leslie…" David Redington involuntarily let out a muffled groan.
