Chapter 94: Chapter 94

Claire's POV

"That kiss wasn't an accident and neither will the others," he stated, approaching me angrily. My eyes widened and I looked towards the door. Should I make a dash for it? Why was he coming towards me? I knew how much the kiss had aroused me last night. Seeing the object of my wet dreams last night here so early in the morning almost gave me a heart attack. How could he look so unaffected and drool-worthy all the time?

I backed against the kitchen counter instead while he stopped inches away from me. My breath got stuck in my throat and I gazed back wide-eyed into his glittering eyes. Why did he look so angry? His fingers grabbed my arms and he dipped his head closer. Would he kiss me again like he did last night? My breath hitched with anticipation yet I was unable to look away. There was a strange pull between us that couldn't be ignored. His eyes seemed to lure me into their intense depths.

"Don't you get it?" he whispered, shaking me gently as I simply stared at him.

"Jason, you're hurting me," I said and he loosened his grip on one arm, but pulled me into his chest with the other. His arm went around my waist and clamped me flush against his hard chest. I placed my hands on his chest to avoid myself from falling but gasped feeling the warmth radiating from him. I could feel the electric tingle that shot up my body when I touched him. He seemed to feel it too and closed his eyes momentarily, and when he opened them I was drowned deeper than before in their dark depths.

"Get what? I can't understand anything you're saying," I mumbled, my brain already in a state of mush. At that point, all I could think of was how close his lips were to mine. Would he reach out a little more and claim mine again? I wanted him to. I wanted his kiss!

"I've come here only for you, don't you get it?" he whispered huskily as his eyes stared hungrily at my lips. It seemed as if he was in the same predicament as I was.

I lost my sanity, wishing then and there that he would kiss me. I had dreamt of him being my first kiss, since the day I matured. I licked my lips nervously, as he groaned and leaned down to cover my lips with his, hungrily biting my lower lip, asking for entry. I opened my mouth for him while my hands went around his neck in total surrender. His hot tongue entered my mouth and started exploring, deepening the kiss, devouring my mouth as if his life depended upon it. His fingers tangled into my hair, holding my head to dominate the already passionate and wild kiss.

A soft, throaty moan escaped me when his other hand traveled down to my hips, stroking them e*otically, molding them to his, grinding himself against me. It started a strange throbbing deep down, something I had never experienced before. A fierce need burned in the pit of my stomach, the intensity of which scared me. What was happening to me? Confused, I pushed at his chest.

He broke the kiss and gazed at me but I was flushed and pink with embarrassment. What had I done? He placed his hand on my cheek, his thumb rubbing my lower lip, which he kissed just seconds before. His eyes were glued to what his thumb was working at.

"Don't fight me, love," he said and I closed my eyes, unable to think straight with his thumb working its way into my mouth, torturing me more. "What are you doing to me, hmm?" he asked as his thumb left my mouth but his mouth claimed mine again. I kissed him back this time, the same way that he did the first time.

He groaned in pleasure, molding my hips to his hard arousal. He broke the kiss finally and put his face in the crook of my neck and started kissing the skin there, working his way upwards. Who wanted to fight him, I was already hot and bothered by his kisses.

"J-Jason, w-we shouldn't be doing this," I said remembering his song for the woman he loved. He should be kissing her and not me.

"Why not?" he asked as he kept kissing my neck, sucking the skin there. I knew I would definitely get a mark there.

"It's wrong. We don't know each other and I don't do temporary flings," I said as he looked up into my eyes.

"Get to know me then. I'm not going to stop, ever." His phone buzzed and he walked away to receive the call while I continued to make breakfast. His words kept echoing in my head. What did he mean? I was officially confused. What exactly did he mean when he told me that he came here only for me?

Why would he come here only for me? How did he know that I was here? Did dad send him to spy on me? Then why was he on a kissing spree instead of looking out for me? Everything confused me and I just absent-mindedly made breakfast when aunt Emily entered the kitchen.

"Smells delicious, dear," she said, bringing me out of my dreamland. I turned to her and smiled. I was so lost that I had hardly noticed her come into the kitchen.

"Shall I serve you, aunt Emily? Or will you wait for Jason?" I asked, my cheeks coloring at the thought of him.

"Yes, dear. Jason has gone home for a shower. He has asked you to be ready by 9 o'clock," said aunt Emily with a smug look on her face. I had no idea why she looked so happy but nodded nevertheless. It was a better option than staying at home and getting bored. It's not every day that your crush asks you out! I know it isn't a date but I was already looking forward to spending the day with him.

I served aunt Emily and sat down with her to eat. With only half an hour left at hand, I dashed upstairs to shower and get ready for my outing.

Choosing a dress to wear seemed to be the biggest challenge for me now. I never particularly cared about how I looked but today I did. I wanted to look pretty. I wanted Jason to appreciate my appearance. I wanted him to like me as well, more so, I wanted him to fall for me. Aunt Emily knocked on my door to announce that Jason was downstairs waiting for me.

"Ask him to have breakfast in the meantime. I'll be down in five," I announced, quickly choosing a blush pink floral top with a pair of denim shorts. What the heck? Who asked him to arrive ten minutes early?

I brushed and tied my hair up into a ponytail. I know, I didn't look anything like how I wanted to but then maybe he wouldn't notice. I had to know why he was here for me and who sent him. After giving myself a once over through the full-length mirror, I sprayed some Victoria's Secret, Temptation perfume upon myself on the spur of the moment. If not by look, could I make him fall for me by my tempting scent?

Smiling to myself, I rushed out to go downstairs and face my crush, Jason Crawford!