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 the while. "You are

her for a while and

desperately scrambled to make sense of

are insane!’ She shook her

of my

grip. Rachel immediately freed

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

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

caught hold of her shoulders and made her face him. The

me go!" Her lips pursed

breath. When he spoke, his voice dropped nearly to a

a crush

was so out of context that Rachel became more confused. She stared at him like a fool. She removed his arm and frowned deeply. "It's none of

strung tight. She felt herself about to explode. Jack was slightly taken aback by her tone. "Do not be angry.

willpower no to

demeanor, Jack breathed a

on her. He paused and then added

her. She flashed him an incredulous look

darkened. He shook his head

stunned. She wondered for the umpteenth time what happened to

Or he must

know what

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

slapped him! Or at the very least, stamped

Is he so miserable in love that

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

himself just now

that, he had frightened

if she had someone she liked. Otherwise, he intended to pursue

of the world embraced their dreams, Rachel was tossing and turning

Rachel reluctantly opened her eyes as her body woke

her head sideways and saw Mendes was still sleeping. She reached for her phone to check the time and found it was still early. She felt the overwhelming pull of her lids, luring her back to sleep. By the time she woke up again, it was ten o'clock in

was lying beside her and coaxing her to wake

he could reach her, strong

up Mendes, Rachel hugged the duvet a little

do, she 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.