The Billionaire's Sunshine |BOOK 1|

CHAPTER 11

                                   JISOO

"What are you doing?" I said a little breathless.
A soft oomph escaped my mouth when he pressed his body against mine. I wasn't quite sure how it happened, a moment before he had just entered the elevator and now he had me pinned against the wall.

He reached out his free hand and pressed the emergency stop button. "You need to let me go" i whimpered, he was practically hovering over me because of his height. His hands were so big, he was holding both my wrist above my head with only one palm.
"Say that again, why did you leave?" he breathed into my ear, and I let out a gasp when his lips traced my ear.

"I had to go" i murmured, lost under his touch.
"Or were you simply just jealous?" he said, his voice huskier. It took me a minute to realize but when I did something snapped inside of me.
"Jealous?" I frowned and lifted my head to look at him.
"Were you not jealous that Sooyoung was around me?" He asked moving his hand into the thick dark hair at the nape of my neck. His hand was so freaking warm.

"I wasn't," I murmured as my eyes flicked to his lips and he tightened his grasp on me.
"Were you not jealous when she touched my arm like this?" his hand trailed down my arm stopping at my waist. A soft barely audible, whimper escaped my lips when he squeezed my hips.

I could feel his breath on my skin. His eyes constantly flicking down on my lips. He leaned in toward my lips our face so close and stayed less than an inch away from them before he licked his own. I breathed heavier. He was moving closer. Although slowly, very slowly. The reason for his hesitance could be anything.

My inner self was screaming to let it happen, we've been playing this game for quite sometime now. I was yearning for his embrace, his warmth.
Even after he was hovering over me, he did not push it further.

In fact I was the one to capture his red lips hungrily. As though I was itching to taste them since forever. For sure, I now had a new favourite taste. It was a soft peck. As if we were trying to check whether we fit together or not, and we did. Perfectly even.

So our lips met again. This time more passionate, yet sloppier. With closed eyes I moved against the lips in sync that tasted like chocolate.
We pulled back, breathing heavily. How could one kiss make us pant this much? Must be the lack of oxygen in the room.

Realising what I just did, my eyes snapped open as my cheeks heated up. I opened my mouth to say something but he didn't let me.
"Not yet," he whispered before he pressed our lips together. " Don't think yet."

My eyes fluttered close again, melting into the kiss. My heart was racing and my entire body was on fire. The kiss had turned into a sweeping conflagration, heating every inch of me.
If I was able to think clearly, I would push him away and tell him this shouldn't be happening but either way I couldn't push him or think,I could only feel.

After a moment or two I felt myself being lifted by strong arm and placed on the thick metal railing, sitting loosely on it with my firm butt. My dress? Already halfway my thigh, hands sneaking up and squeezing.

The burning feeling between my thighs became unbearable. I subconciously moaned, hands wrapping around the railing. He moved his head down, placing kisses all over my neck. He sucked right on my sensitive spot. The feeling of his breath on my skin instantly gave me goosebumps. Such a tease.

My fingers curled in his thick black hair and urged to go down and deeper. I could see the brown in his eyes turn darker when he reached up to reconnect our lips. My hand subconciously reached under his shirt, tracing his hard abdomen. I was seeing stars. We clutched onto each other tightly, as he groaned into my mouth.