novelraw Chapter 280
Chapter 280
Josie raised her eyebrows and said, "How do you know that I'm not born stronger than anyone else?"
"No one is born strong." Jim stretched out his hand, straightened Josie's slightly messy sideburns, and stroked her cheek with his fingertips, "How terrible is Hollywood for such a charming face? Willing to hurt you."
His voice was gentle and deep, and there was a hint of demagoguery in his eyes, "Would you like to come with me—let's go to Rome, Venice, or wherever, I wish there would be no more haze in your beautiful eyes. "
His voice is really melodious, coupled with this statue-like face and melancholy and affectionate eyes, I am afraid that only a woman with a hard heart can hold back and remain unmoved.
But Josie let out a chuckle, picked up the cup of tequila, took a sip, and then said: "Why do you have to go so far? As long as I wake up and see you every day, I believe the world will change." Much better."
Jim just laughed.
The two of them were probably playing a game of who would speak first.
It's tacit, and it's fun for a while.
Because even children who have just entered elementary school know that there is no future in a long-distance relationship, let alone a long-distance relationship-but the key is that they can't resist the feeling for each other.
Therefore, whoever speaks first will have to compromise.
Or, they only want the immediate three months without thinking about the future.
Jim refused to answer directly, and Josie didn't mind either.
Seeing that it was getting late, she greeted Lucy Spiller and left with her male companion.
The black nanny car was driving in West Hollywood late at night. The nightlife outside the car window was at its most lively moment, but the car was unexpectedly quiet.
A soft and soothing singing voice came from the car radio, from the hit single "Angel" by Canadian female singer Sarah McLachlan, with a gentle tune.
And Josie took out a small box out of nowhere, and without saying a word, she just handed it to Jim who was also sitting in the back seat of the car.
Jim opened it and was not too surprised to see the familiar pair of diamond cufflinks.
But he still looked at Josie with a smile in his eyes, and asked knowingly, "What is this?"
Josie also imitated his expression just now, only returning a faint smile without answering.
It's eleven forty-five at night.
To be precise, there are still 15 minutes until the next day.
And Josie took out a lighter from the bar from nowhere, lit it in the dimly lit car, and said to Jim, "Make a wish?"
Jim glanced at Josie, and the bright fire reflected in her eyes, making her eyes look like two rare diamonds dancing with flames, with a breathtaking brilliance.
She really knows how to show off her amazing beauty.
The drooping eyelashes create just the right shadows, the rich pupil color always gives people a sense of innocent fragility, the exquisite facial features and stubborn chin bring an elusive sense of alienation, and there is a faint smile on his lips, it is The kind of beauty that is delicate to every strand of hair.
Crystal clear, clear and elegant, she seems to be pitiful but has a heart that is completely opposite to her appearance. Everything about her seems to have been created for his almost harsh perfectionism.
Except for one thing: before that, she hadn't been able to touch his heart.
But from this moment on, the last point no longer holds true.
In fact, tonight is his birthday.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't paid much attention to living this life since he was very young, but the ray of flame just now brought him an unprecedented feeling of wonder.
This feeling is like a warm current, quietly wandering in the heart.
And the girl in front of her, whose face was flickering because of the neon lights passing by outside the car window, also radiated an indescribable and heart-pounding beauty with this feeling.
It seemed that all of a sudden, as long as he took a look at her like this, his heart fell completely spontaneously, and there was no room for struggle.
Oh, this is not a good sign.
Jim thought so, a slight smile appeared in his eyes, the man lowered his head, closed his eyes, muttered something silently, and lightly blew out the flame lit by the lighter.
Following this movement, the two rows of thick and dense eyelashes on his eyelids trembled, brushing the hearts of others inadvertently.
And when he lowered his head, his chin was slightly retracted. From this angle, his sculptural face was impeccably handsome and holy.
Josie was overwhelmed by the amazing beauty of art, and when Jim opened his eyes again, his eyes became more sweet and tender, and said, "Happy birthday, Mr. Stewart."
Mr Stewart?
Jim raised his eyebrows, and had to admit that she pronounced his surname in this way, which added a bit of tenderness, which was indeed very pleasant.
"I made a bold wish," he said.
"What wish?"
"The wish is that you will generously grant me a lucky kiss."
"Oh, it's hard to come true when you say your wish."
Saying so, she leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips—just a superficial kiss.
Jim seemed a little surprised, but he didn't.
His eyes were quiet and far-reaching, as if caught in some kind of memory, and while staring at Josie, he touched his lips—especially the corners of his lips kissed by Josie—and said with a sigh : "It's just like this, but it's not the same as what I made..."
"What's the difference?" Josie couldn't help but look at Jim's hand.
Under the touch of those slender fingertips, there is a pair of overly ruddy lips. The lips are neither thick nor thin. They have a very neat ratio of upper and lower lips and naturally raised corners of the mouth. They look cold when they are not smiling, but they are the softest when they smile. The petals of roses are easily reminiscent of the sweetness of love.
He originally had that kind of look that was too cold and aloof, but now there was a smile and a long-planned temptation between his brows and eyes, exuding a rare and dazzling magical charm.
Mysterious, seductive, inverting all beings.
The perfection that people think is unreal is actually existing on his face at this moment.
Josie was completely bewitched, and moved her lips subconsciously, her eyes were obviously blurred.
Jim chuckled, "The difference is, I want more than that—"
Before he finished speaking, he leaned forward and kissed Josie's open and closed red lips. He pried open her lips and teeth with the tip of his wet tongue, occupying every inch of her breath forcefully and passionately, and he was not even willing to leave room for her to breathe.
Josie passively endured this stormy kiss. The man's palm held the back of her head at some point, causing her slender neck to rise high like a dying swan, and her white arms pressed against his chest. , completely surrounded her with strong male hormones.
However, being passive has never been Josie's style.
After being lost for a while, she reached out and grabbed the collar of his chest, and leaned her body's center of gravity towards him, forcing him to lean back halfway on the back of the chair, becoming her posture on top.
The baffle of the carriage was raised quietly, and the heavy panting of love between men and women sounded in the quiet solitary space. The neat white shirt and black military uniform were torn into a mess, and the long tie was dangerously half-hanging on the neckline, as if it was about to fall off at any time. fall.
Although Qiao Qian's clothes were intact, her fair face was stained with a seductive blush, her misty eyes were full of longing, her lips were slightly opened, and her white teeth gently bit her lower lip. .
The lingering kiss ended, and the two bodies were only separated by the last layer of clothing, and each could feel the fiery temperature of the other.
"Is there any follow-up to your wish?" Josie's voice was hoarse, and she slowly pulled away the tie that got in the way, "For example, this way—"
Suddenly, Jim's eyes fell into darkness.
She blindfolded his eyes with a tie, and temporarily lost his vision, but his other senses became more acute.
"This way—" She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed the hollow of his jaw and the long side of his neck.
The man's Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and then he took a deep and long breath.
"Oh, my God." He adjusted his breathing slightly, "I wish we could slow down...but."
"but what?"
"But my body is as honest as I am."
"Ha, you're so cute."
An hour and a half later, Josie walked into the bathroom of the hotel suite wrapped in a crumpled white shirt.
The warm water flows down the spine, washing away the tiredness and stickiness on the body, and the heat rises, leaving only a refreshing body.
At this time, someone knocked on the glass of the shower room from the outside.
Josie looked back: "What's wrong?"
Jim blinked, breathed out and wrote on the glass: 'Together? '
Josie gave him a knowing smile.
So Jim squeezed into the shower room, wrapped Josie in his arms from behind, put his chin on one of her shoulders, and kissed the back of her neck.
"You smell so good." He rubbed against her shoulder, "Hmm, it smells like a kind of milk, or strawberry milk."
"That might be the smell of shower gel." Josie laughed, and squeezed some shower gel foam onto the two of them.
Jim leaned over and bit her earlobe lightly, and also smiled: "No, not this one. You smell really good. It's a pity that you can't smell it yourself."
While talking, he sniffed around her ears vigorously, spraying all the scorching breath, and he didn't know if he was smelling his so-called fragrance, or the seduction just around the corner.
Well, definitely the latter.
Josie grabbed Jim's hand that was on fire, turned around and faced him face to face. No words were needed. The moment their eyes met, irresistible kisses fell like raindrops...
The bathroom, dressing table, sofa, and finally collapsed on the big bed in the bedroom exhausted. Josie's fingertips felt weak for a while, and she couldn't lift the slightest strength.
Jim still held her in his arms, his male body pressed against her from behind, and his body temperature was obviously higher.
He touched her cheek and whispered in her ear, "My angel, my love, maybe you think I'm crazy, but have you secretly cast a spell on me? Because from the first time we met , I seem to be hopelessly obsessed with you, so much so that the self-control I am so proud of has gone awry."
Josie originally wanted to push him away—it was really hot to be hugged like this—but on the one hand, she couldn't pull up the strength, and on the other hand, it was obviously not very friendly to do such a thing when the other party was expressing her love.
So she had no choice but to adjust a more comfortable position in his arms, and asked lazily: "So, you mean, in fact, your self-control doesn't want this to happen?"
The way she refines the key points is really fresh and unique...
Jim couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed the top of her hair, and replied vaguely: "My self-control is a staid, taciturn little old man, until it meets your magic."
He has grown up like this, and the credibility of saying this is really average.
But for the sake of the face in front of her, Josie still held back her habit of swearing. Instead, she chatted casually for a while, and soon fell asleep in his arms.