A Lover's Wish by Kadian Tracey Page A

turned.
    She instantly saw the confused look in his eyes. “What now?”
    “I don’t want to go back.” “What?”
    “I do not want to go back,” she spoke in shaky Cantonese. “I want to go with you.” She saw the arch to one of his brows and knew he was shocked that she had just spoken in his native tongue. She lowered her eyes shyly. Instead of leaving though,

    she felt his finger against her flesh, pushing her chin up softly.
    “You speak Cantonese?” he questioned in his native tongue.
    “A little,” she whispered in English now. “I learnt from the internet mostly, on chat groups and forums. I am never sure if what they taught me was right.”
    “That was perfect,” he whispered. “What do you mean you don’t want to go back ?”
    Kianna thought about it, translated her answer from English into Cantonese, and replied, “I want to go with you, to see your mother. I even got her a present—eight of them actually.”
    He smiled, a soft lift to the corner of his lips, showing perfect, white teeth. “Very well,” he replied and took her hand.
    “Wait, I have to get my bags,” she stopped. “Don’t worry about it—I’ll have Paul take care
    of it.”
    True to his word, he grabbed his cell phone and after explaining to Paul what he wanted, he took Kianna’s hand again. Walking back to the counter, he had her ticket cancelled and they exited the hotel to a waiting limo.
    As the car moved from the hotel, via the shuttle route back to the airport, Kianna kept her eyes focused on him. He was reading from a paper that was in Cantonese from his lap. She couldn’t read

    the official language when it was written, but she could read the words when they were spelled out with English letters—somewhat.
    She trailed her gaze from his forehead, down over his eyes to his nose. Then ever so slowly, she stared at his lips, down to his chin, then back to his lips. There was an infatuation she had developed for them. She allowed her eyes to caress from one side of his sensuous mouth to the next—then back again. Oh how she would love to just move across the small space and have him kiss her. She dragged her eyes back and shivered visibly.
    “Are you cold?”
    She jerked to face him. Had he seen her staring at him? “No,” she lied. “I was just thinking. That happens when I think.”
    He smiled at her before leaning forward and draping his jacket over her shoulders nonetheless. He then took his seat and glanced back down to his paper.
    She pushed back into the plush seat and tried to shut her brain off until they reached the airport. His jacket smelt of him—hot, musky absolutely him. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to say something, even if it caused another argument. “I don’t want to forget.”
    Dao didn’t look up right away. He looked up in a fashion as though he wanted to finish reading

    the sentence he was on, then arched a brow He folded his paper and put it away, then faced her again. Still he didn’t speak.
    “I’ve never been kissed before,” she confessed. The shock in his eyes mocked her and she looked away. “Well not like that. The men—er, man—I’ve been with never really had the time to kiss me like that. Also I never had much time—for dating, for boys, anything. I mean, I barely had time to go to school. I was always working to pay for my travelling…” She trailed off and looked up at him again. “I had this urge to press my lips against yours and when I did and you spread your lips to me, I couldn’t pull away. I needed you…”
    “Why did you want to forget your first real kiss? Was I not satisfactory, Kianna?”
    She blushed. “I don’t know. You could say that I have nothing to compare it to. But it made me go hot and cold all over. My knees shook from the delicious shock of it and it confused me. It scared me.” Silence from him again made her want to scream. He was looking at her with that look in his eyes again. It was the same look he had