Page 87 of The Strength Of A Woman

That kiss almost undid me.

His hand is wrapped around mine, and I know we need to leave––I’d go to the end of the world with him–– but all I want is to experience a kiss like that again.

He must have not realized that he could make come against his chest if he deepened the kiss a little more.

My core pulses, and all I want is to lean against the handrail, squeeze my thighs together, and enjoy the pleasure from his touch.

It blows my mind how he makes me feel.And then him being so hard against my body?

That alone is a testament to how I make him feel.

Please, don’t stop. Let’s do it again, shall we?

But right now, he looks away as if wanting to make sure no one is around.

Well, there are a few people.

Some are looking for some privacy, like us.Some just happen to walk this way.

Although I can’t spot his men, I’m sure they are here, nearby.

He squeezes my hand, a secret signal that I need to gather myself and start walking.

So much lusting after him is still harbored in my body.Despite that, I set myself in motion.

I never thought that he could feel like that against my body.All the things I had imagined?

They couldn’t match what happened in real life.

He’s strong, powerful, and tender. With just a kiss, he brought me to my knees.

I was ready to do anything for him before, but now?I’d do it all with a smile.

He’s the first man who’s shown me something different.

We walk to our place and split our ways downstairs a few minutes later.

“Go upstairs. I’ll join you in a moment.”

His men are in the main room on the first floor, and I get a sense that something's happening, despite his expression staying the same.

He looks unfazed.

“Sure. Should I change?” I ask.

He turns his focus to me, his eyes sliding down as they have done many times this evening.

We’ve picked up new clothing at a luxury boutique this afternoon, and I’m eager to put on something new, yet his eyes tell me otherwise.

“No. I like this dress.”

I like it, too.

Especially how his hands felt through my dress when he touched me.I don’t know how I’ll keep myself in check if we’re doing this again.

And I want to do it over and over again.

I take the stairs up, convinced that he’s looking at me, feeling the heat of his stare on my back, trying not to glance over my shoulder.