The Wrong Woman

Chapter 231

Suzanne was forced onto Nathan’s strong thigh. Her body tensed up and she sank into a sea of nervousness.

Nathan wrapped one arm around her waist. His other hand played with her long hair. His mesmerizing eyes added to the allure as he whispered in her ear, “Chubs, from now on, call me Nate or darling.”

The word “darling” struck Suzanne like a bolt of lightning. It left her both nervous and flustered. With a blush, she lowered her head and said quietly, “Can I call you Nate?”

“Yes,” Nathan replied. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he studied her profile intently.

Suzanne nervously fidgeted with her fingers. “Nate, you don’t have to force yourself to get close to me physically. Bonding happens one step at a time.”

Nathan moistened his dry lips. His slender fingers glided gently over her face, through her hair, and around her ears, which turned rosy. He cupped the back of her head and spin a seductive, low voice, “I’m not forcing myself.”

Suzanne closed her eyes nervously. Her breathing was slightly disturbed.

Nathan’s lips came closer. His warm breath on her skin made her heart race and her body weaken. She was extremely nervous, and yet she longed for his kiss.

Nathan pecked her lips and gradually deepened the kiss. His.

were so tantalizing that Suzanne found herself unable to resist them. Her hands rested weakly

passionate and wild, but this was different. He was gentle, seductive, and teasing as he led her step by step into a new exploration of senses.

kisses. She couldn’t pull away. The air

Their breaths intertwined.

added fire to the

kissed her lip and cheek before reaching her earlobe. Her entire body went numb as his warm breath brushed against her

earlobe.

away to avoid him. But Nathan held her so tightly that she couldn’t get away from

Chubs.”

He didn’t make any further moves, other than to allow her

cheek and her hair with his hand

her eyes. closed, she took a deep breath and enjoyed the wonderful feeling

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and lingering. He held her like a neone he loved dearly but

Little by little, she adapted s passionate and intimate gestures. The atmosphere in was as pure as it