Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 49

He lowers his head to kiss me. He's never been so gentle.

He puts one hand around my waist and holds me tightly in his arms, whispering in my ear, "You want to go on? I think we're in a public place."

Turning around, I notice that every now and then the passers-by stop to watch him and me.

"Shall we leave now?" I ask in a low voice.

Then, we left this place like fugitives. Technically, I'm the only one who looks like a fugitive, because he stays calm the whole time.

But that doesn't stop me from being happy. He showed up when I needed him and held me in his arms. That's enough.

Originally, I thought we were going for a walk, but he's taking me straight back to his villa. There's a part of me thinks that my relationship with him is gonna be different.

Stopping the car and unbuckling the seatbelt, Harrison tilts his head to look at me. "Aren't you getting off?"

"What are we doing here?" I ask nervously.

He takes a deep look at me and then presses me down. I exclaim subconsciously, "What are you doing!"

"So you like doing it in the car."

Before I know what that means, he was all over me. I try to tell him to go away, but he kisses me as soon as I open my mouth.

His hand moves from my face to my waist, and then slowly towards my chest.

I feel as if my heart is jumping out of my chest. My face must be as red as a tomato now.

I close my eyes slightly and try to push him away. But maybe it's just a hesitant act in his eyes.

"Chelsea." He gently lets go of my lips and calls my name in a low voice.

I open my eyes and look at him in confusion.

But he doesn't answer me, nor does he say a word. Instead, he puts my hands down slowly and kisses me again.

This kiss is much deeper. He kisses me so hard that I almost can't breathe. I don't dare to open my eyes because I'm afraid to see his expression.

Maybe I have an inferiority complex.

Too many people look down on me because I was divorced, leading me to have a low self-esteem. The divorce is not my fault, but no one cares.

Thinking of this, scalding tears pour down my face. Harrison notices it and asks, "Don't you like it?"

I shake my head and refuse to answer him.

Harrison's hot, rich and always there when he's needed the most. No woman can say no to him, can she? As a divorced lonely woman, he's like a dream with colorful bubbles.

"Ah!" I can't help groaning because he suddenly bites my earlobe.

He laughs out loud as if delighted by my reaction.

It's just too embarrassing. Why does he turn me on so easily every time?

He helplessly pulls away my hands, which are covering my face. "I want to do it here, but not now."