Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 12: I Know You’re Eager, But Don’t Rush
Once their gazes met, it was a thunderbolt igniting a raging fire.
Claire Shaw forgot who made the first move; it just happened naturally as they embraced.
Ethan Blackwood brushed aside her nightgown and was ready to start.
Frightened, Claire’s face changed drastically. While suppressing her desires, she held his hand, "I know you’re eager, but don’t rush."
The man kissed her collarbone, watching her lose herself in her emotions, "A month, I can’t hold it anymore... how about going to your place?"
Claire refused, "There’s a quick hotel nearby, just take the elevator, it’s fast."
The two were like dry wood and a blazing inferno in the elevator. The man squeezed her waist tightly. If she hadn’t repeatedly reminded him of the surveillance, Ethan wouldn’t have let her off.
It wasn’t until they entered the room, without turning on the light, that she was about to insert the room card.
Her nightdress was lifted effortlessly as the man came up from behind in the darkness, his voice extremely seductive, "Turn it on."
...
As her thoughts returned, Claire’s breath quickened even more.
Claire realized prolonged waiting wouldn’t work, so she lowered the car window.
At the end of May, the weather in the low latitude coastal city of Meridia was rather hot, and the sultry air surged in.
Outside the car window, the man wore a deep blue suit; his shirt buttoned up completely, blocking any prying eyes.
With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his straight nose, a finely crafted brooch sparkled on his chest.
Accustomed to his rugged side, seeing him suddenly so polished made her think of the term refined rogue.
A stark contrast to that wild roughness in the underground garage incident.
Yet, this man has a handsome face and a strong physique that captivates Claire, even without being dressed up.
In the lonely dark nights, she would always think of that man’s fiery body.
Now, with a polished appearance, he exudes the aura of a disciplined, restrained heir of a financial conglomerate, strangely alluring.
Who wouldn’t want to pull this lofty flower down from its pedestal?
"Mr. Blackwood, I can explain what just happened; I clicked wrong out of haste."
Yet, the man didn’t respond to her. He reached into the car, unlocking the door from the inside.
With nothing blocking the door, he bent towards Claire.
Claire was already buckled up, with nowhere to escape.
"Ethan..."
The man gradually closed in, inch by inch, compressing the space between them until she was entirely within his realm.
Ethan Blackwood gazed deeply at Claire Shaw, her fair face still flushed, becoming shy due to his closeness.
"Let me guess why you’d click on my photo at night, were you trying to delete me? No, if you wanted to delete, you would have already.
Opening my chat box but not typing anything; were you looking at my moments?"
With her intentions exposed, Claire was left with no room for rebuttal, only feeling guilty and looking aside.
Her chin was raised by the man, "Tell me, why the sudden urge to look at my moments?"
No matter how she answered, she couldn’t avoid the accusation of secretly paying attention to him.
Seeing her silent, the man chuckled softly, bending down to whisper in her ear, "Is it because you want it? Hmm?"
"I didn’t... mm..."
Ever since he forcefully kissed her that day, now kissing her lips was second nature to him.
Claire wasn’t quite used to the strange touch from others, her fingers pressed against the man’s chest, "Ethan, Ethan Blackwood, stop..."
As his lips teased her, he murmured softly, "Breathing so heavily, yet you say you don’t want it?"
