Chapter 627 Awkward Situation

• His movements became more urgent as he unbuttoned the shirt I wore—his shirt. His tongue flicked over the swell of my breast, drawing a gasp from me as my body instinctively arched beneath him. But suddenly, a sharp knock on the door shattered the moment, jolting us both back to reality.
• “Someone’s knocking on the door,” I murmured, trying to squirm free from his hold, though it seemed he had no intention of stopping.
• “Don’t listen,” he groaned, his hand gripping my other breast as he pushed the fabric of the shirt lower, revealing more of me to his hungry gaze.