As he kissed her deeper, he dropped his hand to her neck, caressing her soft skin, annoying its feel beneath his fingers. His hand moved lower to her shoulder, which was bare but for the straps of her camisole.
He went past the straps to her bare arms, stroking her skin lightly. She shivered in his arms, and he wondered whether it was a reaction to him or the cold.
Her hands, which were now clutching to his shoulders tightly, pushed him back and she tried to disengage their lips. But he only pulled her closer, now teasing her lips with his tongue. She gasped and drew in a breath through her mouth, and it was only then that it occurred to him that she was out of breath and wanted a break.
Before he could give her a little space–with full intention of resuming the kiss right after–the two jerked apart as the car suddenly skidded to a halt. Jacob quickly wrapped his arms around Isabelle to keep her from falling off the seat and glared at Kevin.
“I’m sorry, sir. I almost ran into a cat and had to brake suddenly,” Kevin explained, turning to look at him. When he saw the position the two were in, he turned his head away quickly. “We have arrived,” he added meekly.
In the backseat, Jacob could barely control his anger. Things were going so well until the sudden braking ruined the mood. “I’ll make sure to deduct fifty percent of your salary to help stray cats,” he shot back at his driver.
At the mention of a salary cut, Kevin met his boss’s eyes in the rearview mirror, but the glare that met him had him bending his head quickly. He gulped and thought twice about complaining. Quickly, he left his seat to go open the backseat, not wanting to displease Jacob anymore.
***
After leaving the car, Jacob carried Isabelle up to their apartment and into her room. He placed her gently on her bed and then headed to the bathroom to draw her a bath. He figured that a lukewarm bath would help her feel better and fall asleep restlessly.
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