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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He flopped onto his back on the bed and was mumbling to himself.
“Jungkook, can you….can you take your pants off?” she asked, her face burning given the recent direction of her thoughts.
She watched as he fumbled with his belt and cursed.
Then she cursed too and she reached to unfasten it.
Her eyes were drawn down his body, neatly cut by hours of hard work. Her hands ached to run over his hard chest and stomach.
Her hands stilled as the belt was unfastened, her eyes following the v line down his torso, then past his neat bellybutton, drifting to follow the masculine line of hair disappearing into his underwear.
She gave a silent prayer of thanks that he was wearing underwear.
He jolted her out of her appreciation of his body by tugging down his zipper and thrusting his hips up to push the jeans from under him.
He struggled once they were past his hips and she helped pull them down his thick thighs and calves until finally his legs were free.
One hand fell to cover the bulge in his white microfiber trunks.
He was very drunk but not so much that his body was completely non responsive. She shook her head. She had to get out of here.
She helped him lift his feet in the bed and covered him as he sprawled out, taking over half the mattress.
She smiled. She knew he would be a bed hog.
She moved toward the door, but he reached for her hand and pulled her close. She forgot, she was supposed to be helping him fall asleep.
She leaned over and stroked his head, memorizing the silk of his hair in her hands, the hardness of his chest, the sounds of his breathing.
His eyes popped open again.
He seemed to have more focus just then. He took her hand and kissed her wrist, his thumb covering her pulse so that he could feel the pounding of her heart.
“Please don’t be mad at me anymore,” he whispered as he lost his fight to keep his eyes open,” please.”
She sat watching him ease into sleep, her heart hammering and her head thumping to the same rhythm.
How could she hold anger against this gentle soul?
As he had once done to her, without a thought in her head, she leaned to him and gently took his mouth in hers and gave him a lingering kiss.
She felt his lips curve into a smile and she captured it for her own. How she had missed this man!
She thought he was asleep, and maybe he was dreaming, but he called her once more.
In that place right before sleep he asked,
“‘member that night we danced?” he mumbled.
“Mmm..” she whispered to him.
“And you promised me we could have noodles?”
She laughed. Was he never satisfied?
“But then we were there in your room….and I didn’t….we didn’t get to…” he said, a frown marring his beautiful face.
“I know, I am so sorry,” she answered, her voice filled with regret.
“Baby,” he whispered, his voice low and gruff,” I'm still hungry.”
She watched as he rolled toward her on his side, tucking her hand close to his chest, finally succumbing to sleep.
“Me too,” she whispered, knowing they were no longer talking about noodles.
