Stuck in you

Jack tried to control himself, but his resistance crumbled with the little flick of her tongue.

Unable to contain himself anymore, he held Rachel’s head and pulled her into a kiss. He kissed her like a man desperate for a drink and finally got water to quench his thirst. It was fiery, passionate, and demanding.

Rachel’s body went rigid, her eyes opening wide. When she came to her senses, she began to struggle as hard as she could.

Feeling her resistance, he grabbed her hands and imprisoned her in his arms. His eyes were dark and deep, like a bottomless well of emotions.

Rachel was held motionless and had no choice but to accept his kiss. Her brain faltered, and every part of her went on pause as her thoughts caught up. Unconsciously, her anger was placed on the back burner.

Jumping at the chance, Jack slanted his head, deepening the kiss. It was a full-on, open-mouthed, sexual kiss.

He relentlessly attacked her, delving into her mouth. She urged herself to push him away, but couldn’t. Her small defiance quickly pinned down by his body.

He savored her scent and her taste. He kissed her like the most exquisite thing he ever had. He had longed for her and ravaged her as much as he could.

However determined Jack was, he slowed his pace, soon. He remembered her frightened look and continued to kiss her, but this time slowly and tenderly.

Bit by bit, Jack pulled apart after what seemed like ages. Rachel was beyond embarrassed. For a moment, her world was a blur, and it took her a long time to react.

She was so angry that her face crumpled. She spread her hands against his chest and tried to push him away but to no avail. When she was about to speak, he moved his index finger and pressed it on her lips, effectively stopping her. "Shh. Mendes is sleeping." His voice low and husky.

Rachel blushed with anger. She stepped hard on his foot and cursed in a low voice, "Bastard!"

She had never learned how to curse. Hence, when she tried to do it, it came out rather weakly.

She stared at him with eyes burning with resentment. Her delicate thin lips swollen from the kiss, and her face vibrant with a rose-colored tint.

She searched her mind for something powerful to say, her slim finger indignantly pointing at Jack. But after a long while, she could only repeat, "Jack, you are bastard!"

She was like a paper tiger stripped of her stripes. She was baring her claws and roaring, but even as she did so, Jack merely found her cute.

Jack was not afraid in the slightest, although she appeared ready to pounce any moment. He approached her closer, a smirk on the corner of his lips. He placed one hand on the wall behind her, imposing his authority.

He lowered his head and with a charming smile, he teased, "Are you angry?"

"You are a bastard!" She averted her gaze, turning sore from embarrassment.

She wanted nothing more than to beat him or hit him with something hard in his head. She would love to but dared not resort to such rude measures.

might. Her face was burning all

for a while and then

scrambled to

She shook

out of

freed her hands and turned

as she spun, Jack reached for her again. "Rachel, I have something to talk to

to shake his slender fingers, clasping her forearm. His actions made her so ashamed she almost wanted to run. Somehow, she felt so

gently caught hold of her shoulders and made her

Her lips

ask you a question." He paused for a breath. When he spoke, his voice dropped

a

that Rachel became more confused. She stared at him like a fool. She removed his arm

strung tight. She felt herself about to explode. Jack was slightly taken aback by her tone.

to snap at him again. "It

in demeanor, Jack

on her. He paused and then added softly, "If you don't like someone, then how

jaw dropped. She took a step back, hitting the wall behind her. She flashed him an incredulous look and

face darkened. He shook his

absolutely stunned. She wondered for the

must be insane! Or he

what he is

into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She couldn’t even

have slapped him! Or at the very least, stamped

he so miserable in love that he has gone

his hand to knock, but let it hover just in front of the door before pulling back. He recalled Rachel’s withdrawal and decided it would be

surprised even himself just now

had frightened Rachel

if she had someone she liked.

to him, while the rest of the world embraced their dreams, Rachel was tossing and turning

morning light trickled in through the blinds. Rachel reluctantly

She reached for her phone to check the time and found it was still early. She

eyes and saw small fingers pinching her nose playfully. Mendes was lying beside her and coaxing her to wake

strong

the duvet a little closer to

lay on the soft mattress like a mannequin. To her relief, Jack did not look at her. He took Mendes and headed for the door.