Enthralled || Liskook

Chapter 40

A suffocating heat bloomed in her chest, stealing her breath. Every touch of his, brings a desire within her heart, an emotion she didn't know, she longed for. 

Blushing furiously, she stammered, "Wh-what are you doing?" 

Lisa's breath hitched. 

Desire, a flickering flame, had been steadily growing for him, fueled by stolen glances and lingering touches. 

Now, with their situation spiraling out of control, that flame threatened to consume her. 

"Do you want to?" Jungkook's voice cut through the tension, a low murmur barely above a whisper. 

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum solo threatening to burst out of her chest. She wanted to answer, but the words wouldn't come. 

"This position isn't exactly comfortable," he continued, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. "Not a good angle, you might get hurt.” 

A sudden groan ripped through the silence. The driver's seat shuddered violently, then began a slow, agonizing descent. 

With each tilt, Lisa felt a surge of exhilaration laced with fear. Stubbornly, she kept her chin pressed against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. 

A rustle drew her attention. Jungkook's fingers brushed against the zipper of her jacket, a fleeting touch that sent shivers down her spine. The cool night air seeped in, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body, even through his thin shirt. 

"Come on," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "Climb over to the back.” 

Using a combination of hands and feet, Lisa scrambled across the reclining seat. As she settled in the back, she heard the reassuring click of the front seats snapping back into place. 

Jungkook emerged from the car, disappearing around to the back. The muffled thump of the trunk opening echoed in the night. 

Lisa's lips parted, a protest forming on her tongue. She'd bought snacks too, hadn't she? But then she stopped. 

Jungkook, ever meticulous, wouldn't have been caught unprepared. She sank back into the leather seat, a silent observer waiting for his next move. 

The metallic clang of the trunk shutting echoed in the stillness. A click followed, the deadbolt securing their seclusion. Jungkook clambered into the back, a dark silhouette framed by the open doorway. 

In his hand, a white rectangle gleamed faintly like a bath towel, intended as padding for the worn leather. 

He settled in quietly, his presence a tangible weight in the confined space. Lisa felt a prickle crawl up her neck as his warm breath tickled her sensitive skin. 

"I'm incredibly ticklish," she managed in a breathless whisper, "Can I...laugh?" 

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "No, I'm afraid not," he murmured, his voice husky. "More likely to cry, wouldn't you say?" 

Their conversation, initially hesitant, sputtered out entirely. A blush bloomed across Lisa’s face, a tide of heat rising up her neck. The world seemed to shrink, her focus narrowing to the man before her. 

Jungkook, despite his meticulous planning, appeared to struggle with the intensity of the moment. His lips were bitten raw, a testament to his suppressed emotions. He lunged forward, only to be met with Lisa's resistance. 

His gaze flickered, unable to hold steady. The boundaries between him and Lisa blurred. 

"Kiss me," he rasped, his voice thick with urgency.