Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 252

He could tell what she was getting at, so he eased up, gently cleaning her off. "I just love being with you like this."

Clara was completely spent, feeling his kisses travel from her toes upward, making her instinctively scoot back a bit.

"That's just... not right."

Who goes in for a kiss after everything's done?

But he was already diving in.

Clara turned her head away, every little sound seemed to echo in the quiet room.

Right then, her phone started ringing. She had no desire to answer it, nor the energy to reach for it.

She wanted to push him away, but he was way too strong.

The ringtone kept going, and she didn’t even know how she accidentally hit the answer button. Simon's voice came through the line.

"Clara, where are you? I’ve been ringing your doorbell for ages and no one's answering. About the car accident..."

Clara wasn't really listening; the call was a slip-up. She wanted to hang up but her fingers felt like jelly, refusing to cooperate.

Her toes curled, pressing against Z's shoulder.

In the dark, every sound seemed amplified.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess, and for a split second, she thought maybe staying in this darkness with him wasn’t so bad. They could just be together like this.

Sensing the call was still going, he got even more playful, determined to make her melt.

A sudden flash of clarity hit her, making her body shiver hard.

“Ugh... stop.”

He pulled her close, gently patting her back.

Clara leaned into him, catching her breath, her face flushed and warm.

She really did love his scent, something only he had, a light, elegant floral hint.

Simon's voice was still coming through the phone, now sounding eerily cold.

"Clara, what are you doing?"

She hung up immediately!

Simon was seething, wanting nothing more than to race over to Clara, but he had no idea where she was.

His heart pounded, and after getting back into his car, he slammed his fist against the steering wheel, his eyes red with fury.

Clara, you traitor!

Yet after cursing her, he slumped over the steering wheel, feeling indignant, desperate to know who she was with.

Dylan?

No way. Knowing Clara, even if she accepted Dylan, she wouldn’t jump into bed so quickly. She doesn’t even like Dylan.

Who was this random guy who got there first?

Why did another man show up while he was locked in a battle with Dylan? Damn it!

He punched the steering wheel again, his eyes growing redder by the second.

Then he wiped his face, determined to find out who this guy was!