Mr. Clinton approached us, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Is there a party going on?” He raised one eyebrow, his voice laced with amusement.
Miss Ross dropped her mug in the sink after gulping down the whole cup of tea in one go. “Yeah, tea party. Too bad you came late.” She rolled her eyes, brushing past him as she gently slapped his shoulder.
The moment she walked out of the kitchen, my eyes locked on him, a sly smile spreading on my lips.
“Would you like some tea?” I purred softly, biting my lips, my shoulders raising seductively. “Or perhaps you would like to continue with what we were doing earlier before… your mother interrupted.”
His eyes never left mine as his expression remained unreadable, but it did well to conceal the effect I had on him. His gaze was drawn to my face, precisely my lips, as I spoke.
And for a moment, I felt his desire burning in his gaze, but it disappeared the next second he looked away. “I don’t want my mother to…”
“Oh, come on…” I cut him off instantly before he could ruin the moment.
Slow and deliberately, I bridged the gap between us, my heart racing with every step as his soft, inviting lips beckoned, drawing my gaze like a magnet. Anticipation coursed through my veins; I could feel my pulse at my fingertips.
I drew closer, leaving no space between us; our breaths mingled, and his warm caress sent shivers down my spine. His brown eyes melted into mine; they were filled with hesitation yet flickered with longing he tried to suppress.
“Sarah,” he whispered, his voice husky and low, only intensifying the pleasant tremors within me. “About…” He began, and I cut him off again.
“Mr. Clinton, don’t say anything-let’s just enjoy this moment, okay?” I whispered desperately as my fingertips grazed his chest, feeling the firm planes of muscle beneath his shirt.
He listened to my plea, his gaze now more intense. I could see the subtle gritting of his teeth as he tried to hold back, just like he always does.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, an utterance I had never heard from him before. It seemed he was struggling with his own desires; his expression said it all. The way he was reacting in the moment confirmed that he truly wanted me just as I wanted him.
“Why are you holding back?” I raised my voice louder than I intended, gripping his collar, my eyes blazing with more intensity. “Why are you making this harder? Just… give in.” I said, my voice now low and pleading.
In an instant, something ignited within him. His eyes blazed with fierce intensity, and his grip on the back of my neck tightened, drawing me in. Our faces hovered mere inches apart, the warmth of his breath dancing across my skin.
Then, in a movement almost imperceptible, he leaned in closer, sparing no space between us.
“You’re the one making it harder for me. You have no idea how you constantly turn me on,” he said in a whisper, his nose grazing my cheek. His other hand slid down my waist as he pulled me closer, tighter, and more possessively.
My breath caught in my throat as his hard chest pressed against my already tingling bosom.
Time suspended as we hung there, caught in the electric anticipation of a kiss.
Every bit of me screamed for the tantalizing kiss as it hung between us, and the next second his lips crashed into mine, and at that moment, my pulse stuttered. Every fiber of my body leaped for joy as I relished every part of his lips.
His tongue explored deeper with equal fervor, sending my head spinning. Before I could catch my breath, he pressed me against the counter, his body pinning mine as our hips ground against each other.
As he devoured my mouth, I felt myself unraveling, thread by thread, breath by breath, as I melted into him, my fingers curling around his shoulders in a tight grip.
I gasped as his tongue plunged deeper; my hand trailed down to his chest, my palm flattening against his abs.
The heat emanating from him was intense, burning me along with him as I felt a slow burn spreading through my core.
He broke away, giving me a fleeting moment to catch my breath. Yet, his gaze continued to sear me with unrelenting intensity, his desire far from sated. My fingers instinctively tightened around his shirt, reluctant to release him.
“Does this kiss signify that you agree to your feelings?” I asked in a whisper, my breathing ragged as I grazed my lips on his.
He responded with a kiss, this time softer and more passionate, his lips savoring mine as his hand explored my back, his touch sending another wave of desire over me.
My back arched involuntarily in response to his electrifying touch, igniting a fire that coursed through my veins.
“Maybe…” he mumbled, his voice husky as his lips caressed mine. “Just maybe.”
My eyes narrowed in displeasure. “That’s not an answer,” I whispered, my voice laced with frustration.
His gaze held mine, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “It’s all you’re getting for now,” he whispered back, his breath tickling my skin.
I glared at him, my hands pressed against his chest, creating distance between us. “What? That’s all I’m getting? After the kiss just now, you still won’t admit it. You’re not playing fair,” I accused, my voice firm.
He chuckled, clearly unfazed, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw. “Feelings don’t guarantee commitment…” he said, his tone low and serious.
“You are so mean,” I said, gently pushing him away, my eyes flaring with a hint of hurt. “Feelings don’t guarantee commitment. So that’s it, huh? You kissed me just now to please me or to get me off your tail? It wasn’t genuine.” I smiled wryly, twisting my lips.
He shook his head, letting out a sigh of frustration. “Sarah, listen…”
“No, I don’t want to listen anymore.” I turned away and crossed my arms, slightly pouting as I peeked at him from the corner of my eyes.
He gently held my shoulder and spun me around to face him, his gaze soft and intrigued.
“You really are a pest, as your father said.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” I rolled my eyes, a slight smile curling up my lips.
He chuckled, bending to meet my height. His broad shoulders towered over me. “The bet is still on, so stop being pushy. Let’s just take it slow.”