Chapter 90: Why Are You Afraid Of Me Since You Like Me?

As if reading her mind, Joseph loosened the big hand that had bound her wrists but took advantage of the opportunity to wind down on her waist and hold on to it. Through the thin cloth, the heat of his hand almost burned her skin.

She wanted to scream, but her throat felt blocked.

His kisses were soft, like a May spring night, where one could get immersed in it without care. He suddenly opened his mouth, keeping her exquisite earlobe in his mouth.

The sudden sucking finally succeeded in causing her to gasp, and she put her hands on his bare chest. His sturdy bosom was burning to death, and with his heartbeat, he slammed into her palms with force.

His heart was like hers.

She was not a little girl. She knew it was a sign of a man's affection. 

"Irish..." His voice sounded vague and thick because of the kiss.

She shuddered.