Chapter 911 Lizetta had barely pushed Remington into the guest room when she realized she didn't need to follow him inside.
She pulled her hand back and urged, "Go on, take a shower. I'll go check on Yoli." As she turned around, hand reaching for the door handle, Remington's large hand suddenly appeared over her shoulder and pressed against the door, blocking her escape.
His grip was firm, the veins on the back of his hand standing out in a way that was both strong and undeniably attractive.
Lizetta's gaze flicked to his hand, and her heart skipped a beat, her back stiffening.
"Liz, what's got you all tense?" Remington leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur in her ear, with a hint of teasing.
Truth was, Lizetta was a bit on edge.
Since they'd reunited, this was the first tshe and Remington were alone in a room together.
Behind her was a large bed, and Remington's recent behavior had her mind racing with all kinds of inappropriate scenarios.
"I'm not tense? You need to shower and change out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold and start whining forto take care of you." Last night, Remington had spent hours kneeling under the stars, catching a chill, and he'd been running a fever this morning.
She'd completely forgotten about that when she urged him into the pool earlier.
Feeling a little guilty and concerned, Lizetta turned to push him toward the bathroom.
She wanted him to stop clinging to her so recklessly.
But in her haste, she forgot that Remington was standing so close behind her.
As she turned abruptly, her lips accidentally brushed against his neck.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe soft contact, the sweet scent.
Lizetta bit her lip, her cheeks turning a vivid shade of pink.
Remington lowered his gaze, eyes fixed on her rapidly fluttering lashes, and cut her off.
"Did you mean to do that?" Lizetta instinctively looked up to glare at him, but it was as if Remington had been waiting for that exact moment.
As she lifted her head, her lips parted, and like a hunter who had set his sights, he leaned in and captured that cherry hue with precision.
Their breaths mingled, and this time, his kiss was bold and without restraint.
Lizetta's eyes fluttered shut, his hands pulling her closer into his embrace, deepening the kiss.
His chest was searing hot, and Lizetta felt as if she might combust, caught up in the dizzying sensation.
At spoint, she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck.
Remington felt her response and his heart skipped a beat.
Lizetta let out a soft whimper, her eyes suddenly opening, filled with a mix of daze and panic.
She didn't know whether Remington had been watching her the entire time, or if he opened his eyes because he sensed her unease.
In any case, Lizetta found herself lost in the dark depths of his gaze.
Like a dangerous whirlpool ready to swallow her whole.
Her panic grew, her body both trembling and weak, her lashes fluttering helplessly.
She was torn between wanting him to continue and fearing what might cnext.
Suddenly, Remington's hand, which had been trailing along her back, dropped away. He stepped back slightly, his breath quick and heavy.
Lizetta's forehead rested against his chest, where she could hear the rapid, fervent thumping of his heart.
It beat wildly, just for her.
Her cheeks still burning, she bit her lip, silently trying to steady her breathing and shrink away.
"Don't bite. I won't touch you." Even though her head was bowed, and he couldn't see her, it was like he knew exactly what she was doing. His deep voice cfrom above, as his hand gently pinched her cheek.
Lizetta was forced to release her lip, a short, soft gasp escaping her. Remington felt the heat rise again, threatening to overwhelm him. It was maddening.
He took a subtle step back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Lizetta glanced down and saw something she shouldn't have, her flaming fa again as she quickly looked up again.
But clearly, Remington hadn't expected her sudden movement.
There was a thud.
"Ow!" "Ah!" Both of them cried out in pain at the stime.
Lizetta's head had collided harshly with Remington's firm chin.
Lizetta held her head, tears springing to her eyes from the pain.
Remington wasn't much better off; his teeth had caught his lip, leaving a bright red smear.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIgnoring his own discomfort, he quickly asked, "Where did you hit? Does it hurt? Letsee!" He gently took Lizetta's small hand, moving it aside to check her head.
"I'm okay... but your lip! It's bleeding!" Lizetta batted his hand away, shaking her head.
When she saw the blood beading at the corner of Remington's lips, she was startled.
Clearly, he'd gotten the worse end of it.
Remington ran his tongue over the blood, "Just a scratch." Lizetta looked into his eyes, and a moment, they both fell Vel before bursting into laulett t belongs to sweet It was a mix of embarrassment, awkwardness, and humor.
The tension from earlier slowly dissipated as Remington took a'deep e breath, finally calming down. He reached for Lizetta's waist again.
Recalling their earlier heated contact, Lizetta instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. But Remington merely took her rumpled shirt and began tucking it back into her skirt.
"No rush, lettake my tchasing you. This time, we'll go slow." His voice was gentle and soothing.
Whether he was saying it to himself or to Lizetta, she wasn't sure.
But to Lizetta, it sounded like he was insinuating she was eager.
Her cheeks flushed hot once more, and she glared at him, embarrassed and angry.
"Who's rushing?" "Me! I thought you got the message loud and clear just now." Remington teased.
Lizetta caught his gaze, and her heart started racing again, both bashful and annoyed.
She shouldn't have taken his bait! Seeing her reaction, Remington smirked slightly, reaching up to smooth her hair.
"Okay, I'll go shower. Just wanted you to ask Cassius if he has any clean clothes I can change into 'But you seemed a bit flustered, didn't letfinish." t to Could he just shut up already?! She pushed Remington away, keeping her head down. "I'll go ask." With that, she turned and swiftly opened the door, slipping out of the room.