When Everything Fails (De Chavez #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

THE SOFT glow from the lamp on the nightstand lighted up the room, giving a tender caress on the side profile of Kei while he was perusing something. I was lying on his bed, head resting on his arm that sprawled just beneath me. I took him in. He was wearing eyeglasses; brows were seemingly about to furrow as he stared at his book. The cold wind crawls through my arms as they slid in through the open balcony. I bit my lower lip— partly because of the cold and crisp breeze coming from outside and also because of the way my man looked so perfect with his eyeglasses.

My hand slipped around his waist. I snuggled against his chest as I breathed in his addictive scent. He smelled so good. I seemed like a creep of inhaling his manly scent every five seconds. I couldn't help it. His manly musk conjured something that I long for several months. I felt safe when I was with him.

Kei looked at me after that. He closed his book and a smile curled at the side of his lips. His serious expression morphed into something playful. Something churned inside my stomach. A sudden gush of excitement rushed through my body but I tried to school it with a neutral expression. It was so hard to maintain such expression that didn't show my real state of mind.

"Missed me so much?" He murmured as he lowered his head to kiss my forehead.

"Hmm," I nodded, "How was school?"

He sighed heavily, "Not much exciting than before."

I quirked up a brow, "How is that?"

He shrugged and wrapped me using his toned arms, "Wala na 'yong babaeng gustong gusto kong makita araw-araw."

A smile tried to peek at the side of my lips, "Sino naman 'yong babaeng 'yon?" I tried to sound neutral but the flirty and sultry sound unequivocally laced with my voice, "I hope he did not give you so much headache."

He chuckled and dipped his head to bury his face onto the crook of my neck, "She's the only woman I wanted to kiss... more than that if she allows. And yes, she gave me a lot of hard times. You can say that."

I winced at him, "She's terrible, I see."

"Not really," mumbled against my skin, "I like it when she's giving me a hard time. It makes me want to kiss her..."

"Do you like her?"

"Hmm," he murmured and kissed the sweaty surface of my skin, "That's an understatement, babe."

"Why do you love her if she's giving you a hard time?" I bit my lower lip. My heart was about to explode. I wanted to hear what he was about to say.

He chuckled. Probably enjoying the play we were doing, "I have no reason as to why I love her. I just feel it. I felt a sense of enjoyment when I was with her. When she's hurt, I turn feral and want to punish whoever hurt her. When she's happy, I want to be the reason for it. When she's sad, I want to do everything that could make her smile.... and I always feel a great deal of protectiveness when it comes to her."

Hindi ko na napigilan. I rose from the bed and straddled on his lap. He looked up at me while I crouched to kiss him on the lips. When our lips met, electricity ran through every nerve ending in my body. His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him in a protective manner. I slipped my tongue inside his mouth as I gripped tightly onto his undershirt. I ground my bottom against his and when I felt the rigid like steel thing beneath me, it added fuel to my burning desire. I thought the mere thought of his cock getting hard against me would quell the fire of passion in me but I was wrong. His hands ran down to my ass and he palmed my buttocks with careful eagerness.