The Wrong Woman

Chapter 160

With his arms gently resting on her sides, Nathan stared down at Suzanne intensely and swallowed hard. His breathing grew heavy with anticipation, stirring an ambiguous tension in the air.

“Could you please let me up?” Suzanne urged, her voice trembled with urgency.

“Oh, Suzy…” Nathan’s deep, baritone voice caressed her ears, dripping with desire.

At the sound of his intimate address, Suzanne felt her heart practically explode. Even her veins pulsed with uncontrollable excitement. At that moment, she had sensed his intentions.

Before Suzanne could utter anything, Nathan pressed against her and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. A soft moan escaped Suzanne, and Nathan seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

The kiss was so intense that Suzanne struggled to maintain her composure. She slowly succumbed to the overwhelming bliss, instinctively wrapping her arms around Nathan’s neck.

Nathan gently tilted her head, running his fingers through her hair as he deepened the kiss.

A warm haze enveloped them as their breath mingled. Suzanne’s moans hung in the air like an intoxicating drug, tempting Nathan to surrender to his desires. His kisses trailed from her lips to her neck, causing her knees to weaken.

As Nathan’s hands began to explore under her shirt, Suzanne

snapped back to reality. She stared at the ceiling as her heart raced wild. Swiftly, she halted his explorative hand and asserted, “Nathan, we can’t do this.”

Taken aback by her sudden resistance, Nathan struggled with the burning desire coursing through him Respecting Suzanne’s

boundaries, he reluctantly withdrew his hand and buried his head in her neck.

As he inhaled her scent, he pleaded in a husky voice, “But I want you, Suzy,”

When Suzanne heard his bold request, her cheeks and body flushed even hotter. She could feel Nathan’s firm muscles pressing against her abdomen, its enormity frightened her.

Nervous and overwhelmed, she confessed, “I-I’m scared, Nathan.”

Nathan let out a bitter chuckle at her words. She could have simply told him she wasn’t ready instead of resorting to such a lame excuse.

He doubted that Suzanne would be afraid of such intimacy with her apparent sexual experience. Despite her memory loss, her desires likely remained intact.

Positioned atop Suzanne, Nathan supported his weight on his elbo as he gently reassured her, “Don’t worry. I’m free from any disease You won’t catch anything from me.”

In response to his clarification, Suzanne blurted out, “So do I.”

Nathan smiled and planted a kiss on her neck, his warm breath lingering on her skin. In a husky voice, he murmured, “I know. I believe you.” Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Feeling a ticklish sensation on her neck, Suzanne shifted slightly away from him and asked sheepishly, “What are you doing?”

“Continuing from where we left off,” Nathan replied, reaching out to

unbutton her shirt.