C20  A Man and A Woman Alone

“Ah.” It was his hungry gaze, more than his words, that jolted Yanxi back to her senses. She scrambled to cover whatever bit of flesh her torn clothes had been exposing.

Only for her to realize too late that her pink lace bra was already on full display. More to the point, her breasts were practically trying to burst free from their trappings.

‘Damn it!’ She flushed a fierce red. “I need to change my clothes, I’ll be just a moment.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and lowered her head as she walked past him to her closet.

And then she stopped short and looked back at something that had caught her eye. The man’s feet were looking awfully cozy in her fluffy pink slippers.

Yanxi’s jaw dropped in disbelief and she looked up at his beautiful face. “Tang Zhengxun, are you wearing my slippers?”

At first, he looked perplexed by her question, then he slowly looked down at his feet. “Oh,” he muttered and wiggled his toes inside the slippers.

They were much too small for his size, to be honest. But that was not the issue at hand. He turned back at her and nodded lightly.

His offhanded response made her frown and she had to blink her eyes several times to get her thoughts in order.

When she finally spoke, the first thing out of her mouth was a complaint: “You’re going to stretch them beyond their supposed size! Take them off, now.”

Tang Zhengxun raised an eyebrow, unaffected. “Should I wear one of Bai Tiancheng’s then?” he countered, shutting Yanxi up.

After a while of silence, he rolled his eyes. “For how long do you want me to hide out here?”

He was already growing bored and weary with this debacle. He was still the much-feared Young Master of the Tang Sect, for goodness’ sake!

To think that he had been reduced to skulking around in his woman’s home like some adulterous creep… It was not something he would willingly endure.

At least not for long.

“I’m afraid we need to wait until he falls asleep,” she answered helplessly. His impatience and displeasure were all too evident to her.

“You’ve got some guts, Qin Yanxi!” Tang Zhengxun’s tone was sharp.

She met him glare for glare. “Stop saying that, you sound a lot like that bastard!”

“Well, it’s impossible for me to wait that long!”

They glowered at each other, the air between them crackling with tension. Then, without warning, he stretched out his hand and snatched him into his arms.

He flashed her a devious grin as his hands moved over her waist, her hips, her legs… Then he pulled her down so she was straddling his lap.

All throughout, Yanxi only managed a single gasp of alarm. Her own hands had automatically clung to his shoulders for balance, leaving her chest out in the open.

Tang Zhengxun took notice, of course, and his eyes devoured the sight before him. His eyes burned with desire.

He pulled her closer until they were practically locked to each other from the waist down. Then his hands crept up her abdomen and took the two plump mounds in his warm grasp.

“We are just a man and a woman, alone in a room. Shouldn’t we do something to amuse ourselves while we pass the time?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

His breathing had grown heavy, and so had hers. She stifled a moan and struggled to form a coherent sentence to fight him with, but his fingers had already snaked up to her nape.

The next thing she knew, his hand was pushing her head down, and her lips were crashing against his.

His own lips were already parted in welcome, and he sucked and nibbled at her lower lip before his hot tongue swooped in and ravished her mouth.

Tang Zhengxun kissed her as though he were someone who had been dying of thirst, and she a source of some sweet, satisfying nectar.

After what felt like forever, she pulled away and took a deep, fortifying breath. He, on the other hand, never paused for a second.

In fact, his lips quickly found another target as they trailed down her chin and started licking and sucking at her neck.

Yanxi consciously felt her body go limp with pleasure and desire, and she didn’t stop him when his mouth moved lower, until they found one of her nipples.

He latched on to it through the fabric of her bra while his thumb rubbed the other one in ruthless, circular motions. She did let out a soft moan then, which only served to fuel Tang Zhengxun’s lust to an almost uncontrollable hunger.

Gone was his signature cool and aloof mask, replaced by the face of a man with an unbridled passion, a man who was nearly going crazy with desire.