Chapter 11

Pierce studied her with amusement. "Are you sure?"

"I-I'm sure…" She was tongue-tied.

He closed in and placed a hand on the back of her head and another on her waist.

Their bodies pressed against each other. She clearly sensed his muscular chest and the warmth that radiated from under his shirt.

She held her breath. Her eyes wavered in shock.

"Looks like I failed to pleasure you because I am not good at kissing. I'll make it up to you." With that, he started kissing her.

Her body stiffened, and her mind went blank.

She should have shoved him away, but she could not move as though someone had cast a spell on her.

Pierce's kissing skills improved like crazy. He no longer caused her pain like before, when he had kissed her aggressively.

His damp and warm tongue traced her lips before slithering into her mouth. He even exchanged positions with her, so she could take a breather.

It was a long, tender, and heart-fluttering kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled back