Although the restroom on the first floor is spacious, being locked in there by Nathan Moore, Titus Zane still had no escape.
Looking up at him, her fair cheeks turning even paler with nervousness, she lowered her voice to remind him.
"Nathan Moore, what are you trying to do? This is at the Zane Family’s house!"
Her mother and Olivia Zane were just outside the door, yet this man, fully aware she was in the bathroom, still brazenly entered.
"So what?" His voice playful, accompanied by his tall figure gradually closing in.
Titus Zane instinctively backed away.
But, the restroom was only so big, how far could she retreat?
After just a few steps back, her lower back was blocked by a hard object. It was the edge of the sink, pressing against her back, leaving her nowhere to hide.
"Are you that afraid of me?" Nathan Moore’s tall figure approached, his handsome face slightly tilted forward. In this posture, Titus instinctively braced herself against the countertop of the sink, leaning as far back as possible.
"Afraid?" With a light hook of his lips, a cold sneer followed, "I just don’t want to make mother and Lily overthink."
"Oh?" Nathan Moore’s fingers, distinct at the joints, lightly lifted Titus Zane’s chin. The eyebrows shifted and a monosyllable slipped from his thin lips in an upward tone, asking leisurely,
"Is that so? If we are doing nothing wrong, why worry about them overthinking?"
As he spoke, his thin lips closed in, almost touching Titus Zane’s, who could even feel him gently touching her lips, and his breath, unsteadily hitting her face, further flustering her heart.
"Nathan Moore, stop it! Mom and Lily are still outside!" Titus Zane urgently reminded, the tension clear on her face.
"Stop what? ?" Nathan Moore’s thin lips lightly landed on Titus Zane’s lips, just a touch before pulling away. Just as Titus Zane was about to get angry, the man in front of her wore a mocking smile, asking in return.
"Do you mean to suggest that... if they weren’t outside we could do this?"
As she spoke, with murder in her eyes, Nathan Moore’s thin lips descended again, this time not merely brushing but thoroughly and tenderly sucking on those plump lips.
That annoying impostor had kissed her before dinner, and he wanted to help her cleanse, not allowing another man’s taste to linger on her lips.
His fingers, distinct at the joints, still clamped on Titus Zane’s chin, the other arm wrapped around to her back pulling her in, to keep her from being discomforted by the washbasin.
Behind her was the washbasin, and in front, Nathan Moore’s strong, searing chest. The heat from his chest penetrated through the fabric, making Titus Zane’s heart beat uncontrollably.
His nimble tongue swept over what he deemed as lips contaminated by Jon, then her mouth, her little tongue, cleaning every nook with care before Nathan Moore barely drew back, his eyes smiling, staring straight into Titus Zane’s panicked eyes, his voice hoarse and magnetically sexy.
"Does it feel thrilling, hmm?"
"Pervert!" The two words came out through clenched teeth from Titus Zane’s lips, her gaze as sharp as knives glaring fiercely at Nathan Moore.
"Really?" Nathan Moore seemed in an especially good mood, still smiling despite being cursed by Titus, his handsome face pressing closer, having learned from just earlier, Titus instinctively turned her face to the side, avoiding his lips.
Nathan Moore then pressed his lips against her ear, his low, hoarse, magnetic voice entering her ear word by word.
"Actually... I can be even more perverted, shall we try?"
With her hands tightly braced on the back of the washbasin, she leaned her head back, but Nathan Moore scooped her up, pressing his lips down again, this kiss a bit wild, with a touch-and-go craziness.
And, Titus Zane heard, the breath by her face, by her ears becoming heavier, it was his...