I smile I love the way I feel right now.
“No, I mean it. You’re such a dick because, Tru, I wouldn’t ever do that. I haven’t wanted to fight for anything more than you in a fucking long time.”
I can’t deal with the way he looks at me like I matter.
“You need to quit looking at me like I’m worth looking at, Jay. I’m a nobody and you’re like way drunk. The morning will come, and this will be a hazy encounter.”
Pulling myself unwilling from his body I head to the kitchen; he needs coffee and I need to breathe.
I feel him behind me, his steps heavy, his hand paws the base of my spine as he tries to keep his balance and I mewl to his touch.
Lowering my head, my palms on the cold granite bench top, this is going to be a long night.
His hands hover over mine, his weight pressing into me as his lips find the nape of my neck.
“Let me hold you all night and show you that I can be with just you.” His voice velvety like a smooth glass of Jack on a hot night.
“Let me make your soul feel, babe.”
I feel my body falling into him leaning back slightly into his strong touch.
“Please let my soul go. I can’t breathe when you’re this close”
“I don’t want you to breathe, Tru, I want you to feel.”
“Why, why me?”
“Why not, babe. You’re fucking mesmerizing.”
“You want me?” I question him, my voice a mere whisper.
“I want you.” The breath leaves my lungs with those three words.
“Even though I know I don’t deserve you.” My heart hurts hearing him say that. He doesn’t know me, nor what I do or don’t deserve.
The air changed between us in that moment. I shut my eyes and just let him take me, his hands turning me in his grasp, my chest meeting his, my hands fall to my side. He cupped my ass cheeks lifting me up into him. My head fell to his. As I snaked my arms around his neck he walked from the kitchen down the hall to my room.
My heart beating out of sync I allowed my mind to fall, I never expected this. He seemed to sense my inner struggle with my mind.
“Trust me and stop overthinking all the shit that could go wrong. Feel all this fire and what could go so fucking right, babe. Just fall, I’ll catch you.” Nuzzling my face into his neck so he couldn’t see my eyes, his skin was soft and warm. I could feel his pulse beat against my lips.
“I’m scared.” I breathe into him butterflies burning inside the pit of my stomach. “You’re scared? Fuck, babe, I’m terrified you have the power to destroy me.” Moving my head to meet his eyes I needed to see what was inside his dark irises. “Well, James Dean, that makes both of us.” Softening my voice as I realise, we could burn each other to the ground.
Chapter Eleven
Jayden
Waking in the morning the first thing I see is her.
Her hair fanned out over my chest, face pressed against my skin and her scent wrapped around me.
I have never gone to bed and not fucked a woman before, nor have I ever woken with one still with me from the night before. I usually fuck them and either kick them out or go and wait for them to wake and leave.
We are a tangle of limbs and sheets, heat and ecstasy. Last night starts to play over in my mind.
Lust and desire hits, she has opened me up striped me back. It’s been hours and I haven’t had a line of coke or a drink.
While I was fighting her to allow me in, she was in her own way ripping away my cocky, fake, false shit.
