[On Hold] Irresistible Secretary

chapter 13: One kiss

I stormed inside with an intention to kill this man who took away a kiss with my bias. Like seriously?!

Taehyung was ready to give in but he ruined everything. Also, I was becoming sober second by second. "You! Stop right there." I snapped my fingers at him who was casually stepping towards his room like nothing happened.

He turned around with top three buttons undone and bow shoved in his pants, giving a raw view of his exposed skin that looked sturdy and hard to touch. My eyes travelled up and I saw him with a smirk. He caught me staring. My cheeks became tinted as I controlled myself from drooling over his body.

Why he gotta be so hot?

I realised that it was just the rise of hormone. So, raising my hand with two fingers up I commanded him to come closer. He lazily plopped on the couch and I sat next to him, glaring.

"How da *hiccup* dare you drag me out? You ruined my kiss."

He ran his fingers in his raven hair with giggles, making it seem like a joke but it wasn't. "You were drunk."

"I'm twenty two and well aware of how to take care of myself."

He leaned in, resting his hand behind me on the backrest then pierced in my soul with his brown orbs. "Getting laid doesn't quench the thirst of love."

I felt offended because he judged me. I felt disgusted in myself because he said exactly what I wanted. Tears rolled down and I bursted into sobs. "I don't want your philosophical answers. I want comfort and warmth, if not sex then what would make me feel loved?"

For a proper minute he went silent as I harshly wiped my tears off. My eyes became red and I bit my didn't tried to restrain my emotions.

I flinched when a cold hand embraced my face and his thumb wiped off a drop from the cheek. I turned to him and saw him staring at my eyes, traveling down to my lips.

"This would."

His lifted my chin and connected our lips. His lips were soft and moved in sync with mine. Closing my eyes I wrapped my hands around his neck and sat on his lap to deepen the friction. He was so kissable and I wanted more as it was addictive. He traced his hand down and squeezed the ass to earn a moan.

With one hand he pulled me by my nape to enter his tongue and skimmed it around mine. My fingers gripped his hair and slightly pulled them back. He groaned and it sounded sexy when he was desperately kissing me like his life depended on it.

I felt butterflies and more than anything I felt close to him without sleeping naked. It was connection pf heart rather than bodies. Another way to find comfort and warmth instead of one night stands. He was different and I realised I was falling for him but then my mind striked that he was drunk too and had a crush on someone.

But his bulge was saying otherwise. He was ready for it.

I pulled back to rest the palms on his broad chest to move them down. He let out a low deep mewl with parted lips and sweat dampened bangs, making him look so exciting. He sinked into the couch without breaking eye contact but just when I held his buckle his eyes widened before yanked my wrist and stood up, leaving me dumbfounded.

"This isn't right. A kiss is one thing and sleeping is another."

"How are they different? We kiss when we do it." I stood up too.

"This kiss was filled with love but if I ever sleep with you, it should be with your consent, not when drunk."

"But I need it. I want to erase him. I want to ease my heart."