After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Jolie stirred, her eyes fluttering open in the dimly lit cabin. The sharp, handsome features of the man before her were so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. His lips, carrying his familiar scent, gently traced hers, as if torn between waking her and letting her sleep.

Her breath hitched, a brief moment of confusion washing over her. Gavin noticed and, in response, pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

"Did I wake you?"

"You did that on purpose," Jolie replied, her voice soft and husky from sleep.

"Mm." Gavin didn't deny it, his tone unapologetic as he leaned down to kiss her again.

Still groggy, Jolie found herself caught off guard, his lips capturing hers with a growing intensity. By the time she realized what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing and tangling with hers in an intoxicating rhythm.

breath quickened, and she instinctively pushed against him. Gavin pulled back, only to trail kisses along her cheek and down her neck, his movements unhurried but

under her silk sleepwear to brush against her bare skin. His touch was warm, leaving a trail of fire wherever it

as she whispered, "Aren't

murmured

out

was a completely new experience being this high above the ground, with the man above her igniting every nerve in her body. His weight pressed her into the plush bedding, his hands and lips

arching under his grip. Her head tipped back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, now

help but lean in to kiss her

protest, her voice trembling as she tried to