Chapter 72 Jackson Addicted to Kissing Her
In the car.
Jackson placed Lillian in the back seat and got in himself.
Terry immediately started the car and skillfully raised the partition in the center console.
The enclosed space seemed to be filled with Jackson's scent.
The slightly numb tip of the tongue reminded Lillian of what had just happened.
Her face was flushed. She leaned against the window, wanting to press her face against the glass.
Jackson glanced at her, feeling somewhat helpless.
He lazily leaned back in his seat, looking relaxed, and glanced at Lillian.
"Do you have germs?"
Lillian frowned, embarrassed, and glared at him.
"You're the one with germs!"
What did he mean by saying she had germs right after kissing her?
"Then why are you avoiding me?" Jackson raised an eyebrow.
"If I have germs, you'll be the first one to get infected!" Lillian retorted.
Jackson smirked and suddenly leaned in.
"How would I get infected? Like this?"
With a slight tilt of his handsome face, his lips lightly brushed against her rosy lips.
Lillian froze.
Jackson chuckled softly. "Was that your first kiss?"
Lillian felt she was mocked. It was truly her first kiss, but obviously, the same couldn't be said for him.
His kissing skills were so good, not like a beginner, making it impossible for her to deceive herself.
Thinking that his kissing skills were probably honed on Wendy, Lillian's face flushed and she felt disgusted, almost on the verge of tears.
She glared at him, sarcastic with anger.
"How interesting! I've been married for two years, and you ask me if it's my first kiss. Don't you think it's your incompetence and shame as a husband?"
Jackson was stung by the disgust in her eyes.
His face turned cold, and he reached out to pull her toward him, sitting her on his lap.
"Well, your excuses for kissing are indeed interesting. You can not be so subtle."
As he spoke, he slowly approached her, cupping her face, repeatedly kissing her swollen lips and the corners of her eyes with tears. The hot breath returned to her lips, and then his tongue pried open her teeth and delved in.
Without the noisy and chaotic environment of the bar, this kiss was lingering and prolonged.
Their tongues touched, her lips were sucked and his large hand ran through her hair, cradling the back of her head as if her thoughts were controlled by him.
When she couldn't catch her breath and weakly pushed him away, he finally let her go.
His suit pants were wrinkled from her grip. He leaned against her shoulder, breathing heavily like a lurking beast, exuding a palpable danger.
Moreover, his physical reaction was too obvious, and he seemed very excited.
Lillian dared not move, afraid of disturbing something, the blush spreading from behind her ears to her neck.
Jackson remained silent as well. In the enclosed space, there were only two distinct breathing sounds, shallow and coarse, equally chaotic.
After a while, Jackson lifted his gaze and looked at Lillian, whose face was blushing.
"Aren't you going to catch your breath?"
Embarrassed, Lillian tried to turn over from his lap, but Jackson held her waist and lowered his head to kiss her again.
Lillian quickly turned her head to avoid him.
Wasn't Jackson disdainful of her before? Now was he addicted to kissing her?
But now she was sober and didn't want to indulge him.
She raised her hand to stop Jackson's lips. "I'm not going back to the Peace Mansion."
Before Jackson could frown and change his expression, she pushed him away, sat on the side, and added slowly.
"Let's go to the hospital first."
Jackson looked at her lips, which were kissed to a charming yet miserable state, feeling quite good. He decided to fulfill her wish.
He raised his foot and tapped the partition with the tip of his shoe.
Terry lowered the partition.
"Change course. Let's go to the hospital first."
Arriving at the hospital, Lillian got out of the car, and Jackson draped his suit jacket over her shoulders.
The temperature dropped suddenly, especially at night. Lillian wrapped herself tightly in the suit, and Jackson hugged her as they quickly entered the hospital building.
After confirming that Max was in good condition, the two of them returned to the Peace Mansion together.
The bedroom had indeed been redecorated, with new sofas and carpets.
However, Lillian had lived there for two years. The sudden change constantly reminded her of the night Wendy stayed over.
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