FIFTY SHADES OF JEON || BOOK 2 JIKOOK ✅ (18*)

22 (M) 🔞

JIMIN POV

Both of us sag simultaneously with relief.

"Well done baby, Good driving."

Jungkook gently strokes my face with his fingertips and I jump at the contact, inhaling deeply.

I had no idea I was holding my breath.

"Does this mean you'll stop complaining about my driving?" I ask.

He laughs a loud cathartic laugh.

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that."

"Thank you for letting me drive your car, Under such exciting circumstances too." I try desperately to keep my voice light.

"Maybe I should drive now."

"To be honest, I don't think I can climb out right now to let you sit here. My legs feel like Jell-O."

Suddenly I'm shuddering and shaking.

"It's the adrenaline." he says.

"You did amazingly well as usual You blow me away baby."

"You never let me down."

He touches my cheek tenderly with the back of his hand, his face full of love, fear, regret so many emotions at once and his words are my undoing.

Overwhelmed, a strangled sob escapes from my constricted throat and I start to cry.

"No baby, Please don't cry."

He reaches over and despite the limited space we have, pulls me over the handbrake console to cradle me in his lap.

Smoothing my hair off my face, he kisses my eyes, then my cheeks and I curl my arms around him and sob quietly into his neck.

He buries his nose in my hair and wraps me in his arms holding me tight and we sit, neither of us saying anything just holding each other.

Sawyer's voice startles us. "The unsub has slowed outside Escala"

"He's casing the joint."

"Follow him." Jungkook snaps.

I wipe my nose on the back of my hand and take a deep steadying breath.

"Use my shirt." Jungkook kisses my temple.

"Sorry." I mutter, embarrassed by my crying.

"What for? Don't be."

I wipe my nose again.

He tips my chin up and plants a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Your lips are so soft when you cry, my beautiful, brave boy." he whispers.

"Kiss me again."

Jungkook stills, one hand on my back, the other on my behind.

"Kiss me."

I breathe and I watch his lips part as he inhales sharply.

Leaning across me, he takes the BlackBerry out of its cradle and tosses it onto the driver's seat beside my sandaled feet.

Then his mouth is on me as he moves his right hand into my hair, holding me in place and lifts his left to cradle my face.

His tongue invades my mouth
and I welcome it.

Adrenaline turns to lust streaking through my body.

I clasp his face, running my fingers over his cheek, relishing the taste of him.