Feeling the slight coolness of his soft, thin lips on hers again, Clara Grant’s eyes suddenly flew wide open.
This was the third ti he had kissed her so unexpectedly.
And all three tis had been in a car.
’Did Seth Quinn have so kind of weird fetish for making out in cars,’ Clara wondered, ’or maybe car-kissing syndro?’
Sensing her distraction, Seth Quinn covered her eyes with his hand, forcing them shut. "Focus."
Since his lips were still on hers, his words ca out muffled.
"Wha—" Clara began to ask instinctively, but the mont she parted her lips, his tongue took the opportunity to slip into her mouth, deepening the kiss.
Clara was forced to accept his deep kiss, her small, delicate tongue tangling with his. Their saliva mingled, becoming indistinguishable.
As if a simple kiss wasn’t enough, his hands started to get restless. He slid one to the hem of her shirt, lifted it slightly, and his large hand slipped nimbly inside like a fish.
’If only... if only the location were more appropriate, this would be perfect!’
The more he thought about it, the hotter Seth Quinn’s body felt, and his movents and kisses grew all the more fierce.
When Seth Quinn’s hand slipped inside her clothes, Clara jolted back to her senses.
Panic flooded her. Low whimpers escaped her lips as she pressed her hands against his shoulders, trying to push him away.
’She was his legal wife, after all. Kisses, hugs, and even more intimate acts between a married couple were perfectly natural and legal.’
’Besides, they’d already had their first ti.’
’But she just wasn’t ntally prepared to be intimate with him while fully conscious.’
"Seth Quinn, let go of ! Let go..."
Clara struggled more desperately, and finally, Seth Quinn released her.
"What’s wrong? You’re my wife. Can’t I even kiss or touch you?" Seth Quinn was breathing heavily, perhaps from the intensity of the kiss. "If you won’t let your husband kiss you and touch you, who are you saving yourself for, hmm?"
He hadn’t intended to say that, but Clara’s resistance must have provoked him. He was losing control and spoke without thinking.
Clara was fuming with sha and anger. "You beast! You... you’re shaless!"
"Heh," Seth Quinn sneered. "A man who worries about being ’shaless’ with his own wife isn’t a real man."
"You were never a man to begin with!"
Seth Quinn’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Woman, say that again, and I’ll take you right here. I’ll make you feel—thoroughly and with a perfectly clear head—whether I’m a man or not!"
"You wouldn’t—"
She swallowed the rest of her words as Seth Quinn postured as if to pin her down again, his nacing presence overwhelming her.
"I was wrong. You’re a man. A man among n."
’Discretion is the better part of valor. It was best to back down when you’re outmatched. She wasn’t about to argue with a so-called "man" like him!’
’Hmph!’
"You’re cursing in your head!" Seth Quinn’s declaration was so certain it made Clara’s heart skip a beat.
"I’m not."
Her denial was sharp and absolute. Her eyes were wide with such utter sincerity, you’d think she was about to swear an oath.
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