Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 13

(No Control - 13. Little White Lies)

If this room was burning, I wouldn't even notice. Cos you've been taking up my mind with your little white lies, little white lies.....

I'm absolutely horrified. Of all the songs they could play right now, they choose this. She's going to think I planned this. She's going to think I'm a complete loser who plays his own music at home. She's going to leave isn't she. She's going to laugh in my face and leave. Frankly I wouldn't blame her.

"It's the radio, honestly," I stammer. "I really don't listen to my own music, like some sort of egomaniac."

She doesn't answer; she's staring into space and drumming the beat - the exact fucking drumbeat - against her own leg with her fingers. She really is a big fan if she knows the beat in this much detail.

Her passion for this song, her favourite song, is hot as fuck.

The first verse comes to a close and the beat stops for a second before the chorus kicks in. She looks over at me and something's changed. She's looking at me differently. There's a new kind of desire in her eyes. The kind that may just be acted upon. (I'm ever hopeful.)

We stare at each other as the chorus plays and I suddenly hear the lyrics, as if for the first time. Christ, this song is about tonight. It's about her.

"I think I know why you like this song so much," I murmur, with a tone of disbelief that I hadn't noticed the similarities sooner. I'm standing up now, pulling her off her stool too. I need her in my arms.

"Why is that?" she whispers as my arms slip around her small waist, but I know she knows. She's been playing games with me all night, teasing me and tempting me.

And now she's here, in my kitchen, her stare burning into me with an intensity I haven't seen in her before. I say nothing and let the lyrics of the second verse do the talking.

Back seat of the cab, we're in a cab now, lips getting so attached, they're so attached now you wanna make some rules now, cool, and we'll watch them break tonight... I know what you want, and I've been waiting so long....

Everything about it applies to tonight, even down to kissing in the back of the car. I can't believe it. This is making me seriously hot. I pull her against me tightly and lower my face towards hers. She's looking at me with a burning passion behind her eyes.

"This could have been written about you," I tell her. I don't care if it sounds like a line, it's true.

I'm barely breathing as I skim my fingers over her hips underneath her top, testing the water. She's either going to slap me or fuck me. I'm praying it's the latter.

I'm so turned on I can't even speak. But I don't need to, because the song says everything I want to say.

I know you want it, I know you feel it too... Let's stop pretending that you don't know and I don't know just what we came to do....

I close the gap between our lips and kiss her with everything I've got. I want her. She's incredible, she's hot, and no one has given me these kind of feelings before, ever. Not even Nadine. Right now, she's not even a distant memory.

All I can focus on is the here and now, Jess's lips on mine, her groin pressing hard against me, her hands on my chest.

I can feel goosebumps on her skin and it makes me giddy that I provoke that reaction from her. I slip my hands up her back, underneath her top, gently skating my fingers over her skin. My hands brush her bra strap and I have a sudden urge to ping it mischievously, like a pre-pubescent kid. I don't, though.