Jane Sampson didn’t calm down until after she had entered the elevator. By this ti, sweat had ford on her forehead, and she felt a bit hot.
Jane’s gaze rested on the hand that Jas Black had been holding the whole way. She kind of wanted to pull it back to fan herself and dissipate so of the heat, but just as the thought arose, Jas Black’s voice suddenly ca from beside her ear.
"What are you looking at?" Jas asked.
"Nothing," Jane responded quickly, as her heart followed with the thought.
Well, might as well die of heat then.
The elevator stopped on the top floor, and with Jas leading the way, he opened the door with the key he held in his other hand.
Jas entered first, then stood in the entryway without hurrying to change shoes. Following him inside, Jane closed the door and bent down to change into slippers.
She had only changed one slipper when she noticed Jas standing still next to her. She looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
It was nothing more than a brief eye contact, but suddenly Jas pulled her up and pressed her against the door panel. Jane blinked at Jas, about to ask what he was doing.
Unexpectedly, before she could voice her question, Jas’s lips suddenly descended upon hers.
With overwhelming montum, like a mountain landslide.
His kiss was sowhat impatient. He sucked on her lips forcefully and then bit her lightly; the next second, his tongue invaded and conquered her defenses without restraint.
Jane was frozen in place, thinking Jas must have developed a bad habit of kissing her on impulse.
But she found that she wasn’t at all averse to the sensation of Jas kissing her.
She didn’t dislike the touch of his lips against hers.
She didn’t dislike the temperature of his saliva on her lips and teeth.
She didn’t even dislike the domineering way his tongue claid its territory.
Jane wondered if kissing naturally possessed so kind of magic that made people succumb to it?
Did this magic not depend on who it was or when it happened?
Moving as if possessed, Jane timidly touched Jas’s tongue with her own, and she distinctly felt Jas’s body tremble violently before he paused.
He simply stopped his movents but did not pull away.
Her heart was thumping furiously, as if it might jump out of her chest.
It was more intense than the acute high altitude disease she experienced in the small town.
Her hands quietly held onto Jas’s waist, and her breathing beca heavier, yet she dared not lift her eyes to look at him.
Jane had no idea how long Jas had paused.
Was it just a few seconds?
Or a long minute?
She could feel one of his hands wrap around her waist and the other lightly lift her chin.
And like that, she was forced to et his gaze.
His breath was hot.
Even his gaze seed to be hot.
His kiss ca at her once more, this ti even more ferocious than before.
Their breaths entangled, from light to heavy, until at last she almost uncontrollably held her breath.
This was the first ti Jane understood that kissing wasn’t just about one person.
She could feel that Jas liked her responsiveness, liked the mingling and touching of their tongues.
This was also the first ti Jane understood that sentence written in the book.
Kissing is the touching of two souls.
Neither knew how long they had stood in the doorway, held each other, or kissed.
By the ti Jas ended the kiss, Jane’s lips were already swollen.
Her little face was flushed, as if she had just finished a run, looking very endearing.
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