Dylan clenched his jaw. As he looked at Lily's fair, supple face and crystal clear eyes, his anger subsided.
"Skiing is a high-risk sport. You're not allowed to go."
Lily retorted, "Why do you care?"
Dylan clutched her waist with both hands, and his masculine scent engulfed her. Lily sullenly tilted her head back to stay away from him.
He then cradled her head, pulled her forward, and kissed her.
Lily could not even react in time.
He was nibbling at her lips, making her tingle all over.
She remained stock-still as he gnawed and sucked back and forth, and her lips glistened.
Lily wondered when did he learn to kiss this like that. He was making her heart race like a Casanova.
Two minutes later, she pushed him away.
She said softly, "Why did you kiss me?"
