May 1, 2020
Book Two of the UNDONE series, following unrivaled
Jeon Jungkook is one of the youngest security experts in the country and he is working to keep his boss's company out of crisis. He is not alone. His friends are all professionals and d...
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Her eyes sparkled and her lips were curved in a tempting smile, her body relaxing against his.
Without a thought in his head, acting only in reaction to the happiness he was feeling in the moment, he bent his head and took her mouth in his, capturing her smile, tasting her laughter.
His lips pressed to hers, gentle and reverent, exploring her mouth, pulling back then surrendering again.
He felt her begin to struggle in his arms and he came thudding back to reality.
He was trying to think as he pulled away, his blood flow doing nothing to assist his brain.
He cursed himself for his impulsive act.
He finally moved away enough to give her space, searching her face to gauge how angry she was, to apologize.
As he moved his body away, he felt her free her arm which had been trapped in his. He could see now that was what she had been struggling to do.
He swallowed hard and prepared himself. Surely, she was just about to slap him and he would deserve it. He braced himself for the impact.
Lyra had been enjoying every minute of the evening.
He had put her at ease over her apartment, the stupid bathrobe, his own embarrassment over the flowers, any of those things could have ruined the evening. Instead she already felt as if this was one of the best nights of her life.
Even as his hands slipped down to her hips or pressed her tight against his body, he never made her feel uncomfortable.
The heat rising between them was a slow fire, building in intensity naturally, organically. She bloomed under his attention.
From the moment she walked into the room, she found him irresistible.
His boyish smile was pure happiness, his eyes crinkled and his nose wrinkled in that adorable crunch. There was the tinest mole beneath his full bottom lip, begging to be kissed.
While she was noticing all those tiny details, she missed how he looked at her, the flare of heat in his eyes.
She was not expecting his kiss. His mouth pressing against hers stole her breath away.
The shock soon dissolved into much more complicated emotions.
All she could think in that moment was how sweet he tasted, how soft and gentle his mouth was, how she could tell his lips were still curved into a smile as he pressed them against hers.
Somewhere in the back of her thoughts she remembered they had not even made it out the door on their first date.
Somewhere in the haze she remembered thinking about boundaries with JK, but for the life of her she could not recall what she had decided.
Her body was already responding despite the fog he was creating in her brain.
She twisted against him to free herself and felt him withdraw enough for her to get her arm free.
From that moment, everything else was instinct. She raised her hand and reached for him, grasping the back of his head and tangling her fingers in his hair. She pulled his head back down to hers and surrendered to him again.
Jungkook was so confused by what was happening.
His body had been thrumming from the taste of Lyra's kiss, and just when he had prepared himself for her slap and rejection, she truly shocked him.
Instead of the harsh reaction he had been expecting, she freed her arm to snake around his neck to pull him closer.
He would never forget the feel of her body melding back into his, pressing up to reach him as she pulled his head down and offered her sweet mouth to him again.
He kissed her again softly, then drew back, forcing himself to remember they had not even left for the Gala yet.
She stood staring at him and the look she gave him made him feel like he could conquer the world. The light in her eyes, the admiration, the desire made him feel things he never had.
Then, like a freeze frame in a movie coming to life again, they both knew it was time to leave.
She blushed and he grinned at her, his tongue rolling in the side of his cheek, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
He cleared his throat to speak, then again as he gained his composure.
“We need to leave now,” he said, his voice deep and strained, “because I am about to kiss you again. And now that I have tasted you, I am afraid I will not want to stop.”
She did not trust her voice to speak. He did not miss the way her tongue darted out to touch her lips or the way her eyes darkened and fell to his mouth.
Damn it! Tonight would be torture. But he made a silent promise to both of them that before the night was over, he was going to kiss her until they were both senseless.
She swallowed hard and nodded at him. They needed to leave now so they could get back here
