Chapter 117: Do You Want To Touch It
Naomi couldn’t quite believe what she had just heard. Had Zylan actually said that? Her eyes narrowed as she processed his words, and then, with a resigned shake of her head, she muttered, "Fine."
She walked toward the box and opened it, pulling out a perfectly designed and crisply ironed crepe-black shirt. Holding it in her hands, she glanced at him, her expression one of mock authority.
"Stand still," she commanded, her tone playfully firm, though her heart fluttered slightly at the intimacy of the moment.
Zylan, always one to tease, smirked and asked, "Wifey, should I bend?" His voice was laced with amusement, the hint of playfulness undeniable.
Naomi rolled her eyes, but she nodded, motioning for him to lower his arms. He slipped his hands into the shirt sleeves effortlessly, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring the moment. She began fastening the buttons, starting from the bottom.
His gaze never left her, dark eyes fixed on her every move. Her cheeks tinged with pink, and she forced herself to focus, but there was no denying the heat building between them.
As she reached the buttons near his chest, she hesitated for a moment. Her gaze lifted briefly, catching his intense, dark eyes. Heat rushed to her face, and she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. It felt as though time had slowed, and every movement was magnified under the scrutiny of his gaze. The air between them thickened, and Naomi had to remind herself to breathe.
Zylan noticed her reaction and grinned mischievously, the corners of his lips curling in that infuriating, irresistible way. He allowed her to continue, but as her hands reached the collar, he gently caught her wrist. Naomi froze, her breath hitching as his hand guided hers, the touch sending a shiver down her spine.
Before she could react, he brought her pointer finger to his lips and licked it, his hot, wet tongue circling slowly over the tip.
"This hand belongs to me," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.
Naomi’s eyes widened in shock, and she yanked her hand back, her lips parting as a gasp escaped. "You..." she stammered, at a loss for words.