The Wrong Woman

Chapter 160

With his arms gently resting on her sides, Nathan stared down at Suzanne intensely and swallowed hard. His breathing grew heavy with anticipation, stirring an ambiguous tension in the air.

“Could you please let me up?” Suzanne urged, her voice trembled with urgency.

“Oh, Suzy…” Nathan’s deep, baritone voice caressed her ears, dripping with desire.

At the sound of his intimate address, Suzanne felt her heart practically explode. Even her veins pulsed with uncontrollable excitement. At that moment, she had sensed his intentions.

Before Suzanne could utter anything, Nathan pressed against her and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. A soft moan escaped Suzanne, and Nathan seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

that Suzanne struggled to maintain her composure. She slowly succumbed to

his fingers through her hair as

breath mingled. Suzanne’s moans hung in the air like an intoxicating drug, tempting Nathan

began to explore under her shirt,

as her heart raced wild.

resistance, Nathan struggled with the burning

reluctantly withdrew his hand and buried

scent, he pleaded in a husky voice,

even hotter. She could feel Nathan’s firm muscles pressing against her abdomen,

confessed, “I-I’m

bitter chuckle at her words. She could have simply told him she wasn’t ready instead of