Shane Sterling gently pulled the sweater off.
With his eyes closed, his sense of smell sharpened, and the small bathroom filled with her sweet scent.
Even without looking, Shane Sterling could imagine her: her skin glowing and fair, her expression shy, looking as delectable as a ripe fruit.
His lips followed the scent, moving slowly toward her until he was close enough to feel her breath, and then he stopped.
"Shouldn't I get a little reward for helping?" Shane Sterling asked.
"What kind of reward do you want?"
Shane Sterling puckered his lips, making it clear he wanted a kiss.
The next moment, he felt a touch of warmth cover his lips. Before he could even feel a flicker of joy, his entire mouth and nose were enveloped... It wasn't a kiss. It was her palm, pressed against his face.
"Young Mr. Shaw, don't push your luck. You need to remember that until you draw a clear line with that Miss Quincy, you and I are still broken up," Isla Prescott said.
