"Come here, why are you hiding from me?" Matthew Saxon's deep voice carried a hint of displeasure as he stretched out his large hand and pulled her into his embrace.
He gently pressed her head against his chest. In the darkness, his hoarse voice carried a unique temptation, as if it had a magical power that made one's heart flutter.
When his hand wrapped around her waist, Scarlett Yates broke out in goosebumps all over.
His other hand reached for the buttons on her nightgown. His slightly cool fingertips paused at her collar, then deftly unbuttoned the first button of her nightgown.
Scarlett gasped sharply, hurriedly grabbed his hand, bit her lip, and said with a tense voice, "Matthew, aren't we... aren't we moving a bit too fast?"
Even though she had mentally prepared herself in advance, when the moment actually came, she was still nervous to death.
Her body was as stiff as a rock, and her equally rigid voice revealed her tension.
