Please, Kiss me, Sir!
A powerful aura of dominance radiated from him, something so foreign yet strangely familiar to my instincts.
But what surprised me the most was his scent. A crisp, incredibly masculine scent. It wasn't just cologne; it was like a unique signature aroma that suddenly awakened a primal longing deep within me.
"Careful," his deep, rumbling voice sounded right above my head, vibrating through my chest.
"I'm sorry," I said hoarsely. I tried to pull away, embarrassed by the accidental kiss, but his grip on my waist actually tightened slightly.
"My apologies," he replied, his voice husky. "I didn't see you."