My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 176 Roused from her slumber, a foggy-headed Willow thought for a moment that she'd just kissed her daughter Hailey on one chubby little cheek...

Except, wait a moment... instead of that soft, smooth, springy texture she'd been expecting... hmm, something was off...

Leathery skin over taut muscle, throbbing with fiery energy... this wasn't a child...

Well, she was half-asleep right now, so she could easily have been mistaken. Anyway, back to sleep... Suddenly, something pressed hard against her lips, and forcefully stole her breath away.

The overpowering pheromones of a man enveloped her, engulfed her, leaving her powerless to resist. Willow surfaced from her dream with a nasty start, and opened her eyes to a close-up view of a terribly handsome face, skin flawless and nicely elastic. At such close proximity, she could even count the individual pores.

His eyes were wild and intense, highlighted with definite creases and furrows. Beneath the lights, faint shadows played across his eyelids, mesmerizing and sexy.

The tip of his nose pressed down against hers. He was pressing a kiss hungrily against her lips. His hot breath blasted into her own nostrils.

The powerful scent of a man filled her whole world, blocking out all else.

She pressed both hands against his chest, trying

wanted to get a night's sleep

couldn't be... did he mean to repeat that horrific scene from five years ago, when he had trespassed upon her personal boundaries, and had his

forget the tragedy of that night, when she'd been raped by Jasper Hughes. The pain and trauma had already left her

felt like it might burst

mainly thinking about

totally his type, and he found her irresistible. With her lying by his side, running her

kissing her, and he found that in the space between her lips and her teeth, there was something so sweet and tasty, he just

night,

a hand behind her back, he pulled her even closer to him, kissed her even harder, so that she couldn't even

sweet fragrance into his lungs, creating an addiction

no wonder that, even

that same woman from five years ago, he already felt drawn to her. Each time she bent over, or lowered her gaze, or came near

he felt confounded by his own lack of self-restraint, and so he arranged for Willow Nason to encounter him frequently,