The man's strong and upright body pressed against Serena Stanton, and through the finely tailored shirt, she could clearly feel his heaving chest, the taut muscles, and the bulge in his slacks that seemed ready to burst.
The intense, searing, wild aura on him could always pull her back easily from fear and unease.
By Adrian Shaw's side, Serena always felt an infinite sense of security.
He was someone who made you feel safe—yet at the same time, he was extremely dangerous.
Now, Adrian smiled silently, his chest and shoulders quivering slightly, perfectly overlapping with that proud, flamboyant boy in her memories.
It made her heart thud wildly.
But the man pressing her down radiated a sense of sheer, lethal strength, and Serena felt like she could hardly breathe.
Her slender and clean fingers gently rested on his broad, firm back, feeling the smooth lines of muscle, the sinewy narrow waist—every part of him exuding a mature man's pheromones.
