This is the fourth story in the Undone series.
This is Jung Hoseok's time to shine.
He is taking control of a new project at Stellar Design, and he has decided it's time to take control of his love life as well. He is weary of being alone, and he...
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When they cleared the traffic of campus he took her hand and kissed it gently.
“I want to take you home. Will you come with me?” he asked, the air between them heady and sweet.
She dared not hope what he meant, but she knew she was not ready for the night to end.
“ Yes,” she whispered and he sighed “ yes,” in response.
She reached for the stack of awards as the pulled into his complex and he came to open her door.
“ You don’t have to carry this, “ he said as he took the things from her. He looked at her, startled, as his hands brushed hers. They walked the path to his apartment, each wondering if the other had felt the same jolt of desire.
Once inside he gathered drinks while she helped. The familiar shook the nerves from them and they began to talk about the evening.
“ I cannot tell you how much it meant that you thought to call my parents,” he said.
They talked about that for several minutes, finally settling on the couch together. They had done this dozens of times in the past. But tonight the looks lingered longer and the accidental touches became intentional.
“ Are you sorry we left so early?” he asked. “ They are probably dancing and drinking by now.”
She shook her head. “ No. I would much rather be here alone with you. But I do wish…” she stopped herself from going further.
“ What? Tell me,” he coaxed, “ after everything you did for me tonight, name it!! Tell me your wish!”
“ Well, “ she teased “ it does seem to be a bit of a waste to have the “ Dancer of the Year" as your date and not have at least one dance!”
“Right?” he said laughing, “easy enough to fix.”
He jumped up and turned on his favorite music. She was still protesting that she was teasing when he pulled her to her feet and gently placed one hand at her waist and took the other in a classic waltz pose. He spun her in a couple of turns around the living room, both of them laughing with joy.
“Is this what you had in mind?” he asked, his laughing eyes holding hers.
Then he saw it, the truth she had tried so long to hide.
He grew still and serious. His eyes darkened and his face set in that intensity that always took her breath.
When he spoke, his voice was low and husky.
“ No. It is not at all what you were thinking, is it?” He did not wait for her answer. He slipped his arm around her waist and placed her hand to the nape of his neck. His hand then slowly slipped to the bare skin of her back causing a flush to steal down her face into the neckline of her dress. He felt the goosebumps rise on her flesh as his hand gently caressed her. One arm had circled his waist, anchoring him to her and the other had drifted to his hard chest, coming to rest inside his jacket next to his heart.
He had slowed the movement of the dance until they were standing still, but neither of them noticed that. There were so many emotions and hopes and fears in that moment, but the steady beat of his heart drowned it all out.
He looked into her face and nodded at what he saw there. It was the same for him.
Tonight he wanted only her. He felt like he had arrived home after being lost and wandering for years.
“ Isabelle,” he breathed, his voice dark and foreign to her. “ I want to kiss you.”
She blinked, sure she had dreamed it, then she saw him searching her face, waiting for her answer, an unfamiliar hunger in his eyes. Only then did she allow herself to believe it was real.
“ Please……yes, “ she whispered as his face was transformed into one of his beautiful smiles.
He bent his head then, meaning to touch his lips to hers for a sweet first kiss. But the moment their lips met there flared a fire in them from a need that had simmered too long.
He groaned as his mouth settled on hers and she opened to him immediately, her tongue slipping to met his as they intimately tasted each other.
They kissed for minutes, or hours, there was no way to tell. They breathed each other, feeling desire overwhelm them.
Izzy could feel him stir against her and she felt her body respond.
She wanted him, she had since the first time she saw him. But the hours they had spent talking and working together made these emotions all the stronger. And all the nights of longing for him made his touch all the sweeter.
She slipped her hands in his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. He lifted his head and at the question he saw in her eyes, he groaned and kissed down the column of her neck.
Izzy tasted as sweet as he had imagined. She gasped as he marked her, feeling a thrill shoot thru her body. Her hands went to work and eagerly unnotched his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled the tails loose from his pants and drug it over his head.
He watched in wonder as her delicate hands drifted over his chest. Unbidden the thought came to him that it had been a very long time, if ever, a lover had been so focused on his pleasure. He hissed as her fingers found the flat disks of his dark nipples and teased and swirled around them.
The smile on her face was one he had never seen from her before. She was enjoying this, enjoying him and his body.
“ Izzy, do you…..want….” he tried to ask as she kissed down his chest. She felt too damn good. He needed to stop…..or he needed her to never stop.
“ Yes, Hobi….please…..let me…..please,” she stuttered and she pulled him closer.
He watched her, seeing the need flare in her eyes but also the trust. He vowed he would never hurt her, then kissed her again.
His hands found the zipper of her dress and he felt himself harden further when she bit her lip and shook her head "yes".
He pulled down the long zipper, his hand caressing the flesh as it was revealed.
She stepped away from him and he watched the straps fall and saw her place one hand to the top to hold it in place. She seemed to hesitate for a moment and he said
“ Izzy, baby, you don’t have to…”
But before he was finished she looked him in the eye and let the dress fall in a swirl of lace on the floor.
He groaned as he looked at her, stepping toward him in only a pair of lace panties.
She waited, self conscious and ready to hide herself away as he stared at her. Her breasts were small and perked, with the tips already peaked with desire for him.
“ Oh Izzy,” he breathed as he reached for her, his hands feathering up her sides until he gently cupped her in his hands, his thumbs brushing the pale pink tips. She gasped and arched into him, moaning at the work of his hands.
He found her face again, her eyes starting to glaze as the heat between them was building.
Unable to wait anymore, he picked her up and pulled her to him. He cursed as her soft breasts were crushed to his hard chest, their bare flesh heating at the touch.
Izzy locked her hands behind his neck and her legs around his waist as he began to move.
She loved the sensation of bending down to kiss him and she took full advantage until he stopped at his bed and threw the covers back. He gently placed her on the bed and knelt between her knees.
