Chapter 142 - 142 'I Love You' Alarm

"I love you." Feng Teng Said

At a slow pace, I come awake in a daze of darkness and rubbing my eyes as I sit upon the chair.

It takes me a few moments to figure out where I am, but when I begin to focus, I find the most handsome perfect man, with brown hair crouched in front of me.

"Hi babe," he says softly as he brushes my hair from my face.

I gaze around the vast open space to try and grab a hold of my bearings.

?What time is it?" I ask sleepily.

He leans in and kisses my forehead.

"Just gone midnight." He answers softly.

Huh? Midnight?

I'm properly woken up when the shrill sound of a phone ringtone stabs at the silent air.

"For f.u.c.k sake," He complains.

I watch as he yanks his phone from the coffee table and looks at the screen.

Who would be ringing at this time?

"Yu," he greets calmly down the phone,

"Why?" He glances at me.

"No, it's fine...yeah...give me a half-hour." He hangs up.

"What's the matter?" I ask, fully awake now.

He shoves his shoes on and walks straight for the door, he clearly looks unhappy.

"Problem at the office. I won't be that long." He informs.

And just like that, he's gone.

So, I'm wide awake, it's past midnight and Feng Teng has just disappeared in the middle of the night.

How is he going to drive with one hand?

I sit in the chair like a loose part and contemplate what is going on at the office made him gone in such urgency.

After pacing the penthouse for an hour and worrying endlessly, I give in and go to bed, crawling into the plush, soft sheets of the spare room bed and curling up.

Dreamland.

"I love you." 

Again, I open my eyes and find Feng Teng looming over the bed. When I'm somewhere in between sleep and consciousness and my mouth won't work. at early.

What time is it and how long has he been gone? I don't get a chance to ask, though. I'm gathered up into his arms and was transported to his room.

"You sleep here," he whispers, lowering me into his bed.

I can feel him crawl in behind me, and I'm tugged back against his chest.

If I wasn't so contented, I would be asking questions, but I am, so I won't. My head hits the pillow and with his warmness surrounding me, then I'm gone again.

"Morning," he whispers.

My eyes open and I'm pinned to the mattress under a heady scent of freshwater and mint. My morning brain is desperately trying to convince me to struggle free, but my body is blocking all of the sensible instructions trying to filter through.

He sits back on his heels.

"I need to do this," he whispers, clasping my hand and pulling me into a sitting position.

He takes the hem of my vest and slowly pulls it up over my head before leaning into me and kissing the middle of my chest, running his tongue in a light, flicking circle up to my throat.

In a moment, I'm tense.

He pulls back.

"Lace," he says softly as he removes my bra.

When I battle in between my body's desperate need for him and my mind's strong need to talk. I want to clear the air before I'm dragged back onto his central galaxy where I could lose all cognitive reasoning at once.

"Mhmn, wait. We need to talk," I say quietly as he kisses my throat and works his way to my ear.

Every nerve is buzzing, pleading with me to shut up and accept him.

"But I miss you and I need you so much," he whispers, finding my mouth and plunging his tongue in.

"Feng Teng, please no," My voice is a breathy whisper.

"Babe,w can talk this way." He grips the nape of my neck and pulls me further into him.

"If you don't know, let me show you." He volunteers.

Shit! My body wins.

Promptly my head blanks out as my screaming conscience and surrender to him like the slave that how I am.

He wraps his arm around my lower back and eases me back down to the bed, sealing our mouths on the way, my entire being jumping to life as his hot, wet tongue slips gently between my lips and glides slowly around my mouth.

We're in gentle Feng Teng mode, and as if he knows it, this is the best place to take me right now.

His slow pace, steady breaths tell me he is in complete control as he rests on his forearm and uses his good hand to run his fingertip from my hipbone, all the way up to my b.r.e.a.s.t, a steady wave of tingles travelling up my body in time with his touch, leaving my breath shallow and erratically.

He finishes by tracing the edges of my n.i.p.p.l.e wistfully to match the gentle motions of our tongues. I whimper as he pulls his lips away from mine and sits back on his heels before he uses his good hand to drag my shorts down my legs, taking my underwear with them.

"Babe. You need a reminder," he says, looking down at me.

"But this is not the conventional way," I complain at the same time my body got shudder.

"This is how I do the things, Feng Teng way," He throws my shorts and knickers to the side and pulls me up, sealing our mouths.

"Anyway, we need to make love," He whispers in his most alluring tone.

Oh, God!

Really, I can't fight him anymore. My body and heart have been missing him so much.

We haven't being touch like this for so long. Unhurriedly, I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and press my lips further to his as I push them down his thighs.

Then he lets out a long m.o.a.n, easing me back down onto the bed, causing me to lose my grip of his shorts, so I place my foot into the band and extend my leg to take them the rest of the way.