Wicked Fate

THIRTYFIFTH CHAPTER

Go and tell on yourself

The moment their lips touched, Ji felt it. Passion so thick you could get smothered by it.

And when he went past her moist lips and inserted his tongue inside her mouth, he knew he had been praying for it since that night more than a week ago when he had to walk away from her and fight what he was feeling.

Her response was immediate, absolute and totally delectable. The reason for the kiss might be something he had planned, pre-staged, predestined so to speak but the sexual chemistry between them was as instant and as spontaneous as it could get.

He had often thought how ironic it was that he should feel this way about her but there was no denying it.

He would take things slow next time around. But now this seemed appropriate. This is what he wanted. And he was struck by the enormity of how much passion was in one single kiss. There was hunger, greed, and a desperation he hadn't been used to before, but was getting familiar with now. For some reason, she felt right in his arms. Right in his mouth. Right with her body pressed intimately against his.

It wasn't easy but he finally gained control and pulled back.

She grasped for air the moment their mouths separated and after pulling air into his own lungs, he leaned close to her, lowered his head beside her ear and whispered in a deep husky tone, "I think we're going to have the sweetest oranges this season."

"You should", she told him knowingly and he took her hand to enter the glass hut. He flipped open soft yellow lights and walked her towards the center of the hut where they had the living room.

"That kiss made me think of skipping dinner all together", he told her jokingly, not wanting to push it but unable to help himself.

"It wouldn't be right to skip dinner", she answered despite the deep blush of her cheeks.

"No", he agreed, "It wouldn't be right at all."

He turned towards the kitchen as she busied herself with looking around – diffusing the sexual tension... prolonging something they both wanted but know should not rush into.

It has always been there, Ji admitted to himself now, but he had never let it take the best of him – not when he couldn't help himself from wanting to tuck the tendrils of her hair whenever one would escape from her nursing cap, not when he found himself awestruck by her porcelain skin and the play of light against her eyes, not when he felt his pulse jump erratically every time she threw one of her intelligent comebacks after he tried to draw her ire... he had always had his control with him but being with her now gave the situation a totally different aspect.

They were in a place that he was sure no one with a big loud mega phone could just barge in to and in spite of the sweats she had on, he'd been trained in the military to disarm a bomb in the darkness with nothing but a bobby pin and a piece of gum, it was not a hindrance at all.

But she seemed to need more time from him and he doesn't want to rush her.

He knows that with just a push, she might give in but he doesn't want her to feel how unfair it was nor cry about it afterwards and feel she had been used for she was far more important than that to Ji.

He paused in thinking and almost let slip the knife he was holding in order to slice the onions – what was he doing thinking about Dara being far more important to him than an answer to his need?!?! Wasn't it that the only thing he had been fighting about was his physical attraction towards her?