A Night of Desire-Chapter 53: Are You Willing?

It wasn’t just Clara Grant; even Seth Quinn was stunned by the sudden, intimate contact.

But once they both came to their senses, Clara Grant’s first reaction was to push him away in embarrassment and anger. Seth Quinn’s, on the other hand, was to press the back of her head and deepen the kiss.

He thought it, and he did it.

Because her lips were too sweet—even sweeter than he had imagined.

When she felt herself pinned by the man, his lips pressing deeply against hers, Clara Grant was even more dazed. For a moment, she actually forgot to resist, simply staring wide-eyed as she passively accepted his kiss.

Her lips were so soft, so soft that Seth Quinn was reluctant to kiss her too hard, yet he couldn’t help but lose himself in the sensation, kissing her fiercely.

Their bodies were already pressed close. Now, Seth Quinn held her head with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, as if trying to merge her into his very being.

Seth Quinn had thought he was only interested in her body, but he never expected her lips to hold such a powerful attraction for him as well.

It was just like now. He knew the time and place were all wrong. He knew this move might scare the girl silly, that he should pull away immediately. But he just couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Not only did he not pull away, but he involuntarily deepened the kiss. Taking advantage of the girl’s dazed state, her lips slightly parted, his tongue easily slipped into her mouth, greedily plundering her sweetness.

As the kiss continued, a strong sense of familiarity suddenly rose in Seth Quinn’s heart. This sweet scent, this soft texture, and the fluttering in his heart as he kissed her—it was all so similar to that night a year ago!

’The woman from a year ago... could it be her?’

At this thought, Seth Quinn froze for a moment.

Feeling his cool tongue slide into her mouth, Clara Grant was finally shocked back to her senses. She instinctively balled her fists and started pounding on him, trying to push him away.

Seth happened to be lost in thought, and in his distraction, she actually managed to push him away.

"You—you, you, you! You’re shameless! A pervert! Who said you could kiss me?"

The girl’s face was impossibly red—whether from the kiss, from anger, or from humiliation, it was hard to tell. She pointed at him, red-faced and furious, stammering out her accusation.

Seth Quinn, however, just stared at her blankly, still lost in his own thoughts.

’Is it her? It can’t be, right? She doesn’t have that familiar scent I remember!’

Seeing him remain silent, just staring at her, Clara Grant assumed he was completely ignoring her anger. She thought he was arrogantly conveying: ’So what if I’m shameless? So what if I’m a pervert? I kissed you. What are you going to do about it?’

’Yeah, hasn’t this man always been this arrogant and disdainful toward her? Trying to reason with a pervert is just asking for trouble, isn’t it?’

’It was just a kiss. It’s not like I’m going to die from it!’

With that thought, a cold smile touched the corners of Clara Grant’s lips. "With kissing skills like that, I’m far from satisfied. Therefore, I will not agree to marry you. And please, don’t bother me again. It’s best if we never see each other again!"

After saying her piece, Clara Grant turned, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

This time, Seth Quinn didn’t stop her. But just as she got out, before she had the chance to close the door, he called out to her again.

"Clara Grant."

Seth Quinn didn’t get out of the car, nor did he lean out to look at her. He simply stared at the slender waist and long legs in his line of sight as he spoke slowly.

"Since you’ve already given me your most precious thing, are you really content not to marry your first man?"