Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 14

(No Control - 14. Irresistible)

I don't immediately open my eyes when I wake up the following morning. I lay there, completely still, and let the memories of the night before slowly come back to me.

Arriving back in London. Missing Nadine. House party with Grimmy. Beer. Jess.

Jess.

I open my eyes and lift my head from the pillow to look at her but she isn't there. My stomach drops. She can't have left, surely? What if someone saw her leaving? It'll be all over the internet in 5 seconds flat.

I'm suddenly aware of a noise from the kitchen. It sounds like the kettle. So either Jess is still here, or someone's broken in and is making themselves a brew. Given the weirdness of some stalkerish fans, the second option isn't as ridiculous as it sounds, but I'm confident the first is the more likely option.

I let my mind wander to the house party, the club, and the bedroom, and I can't help grinning. What an amazing night. What an amazing girl.

Damn, I need a wee.

I get out of bed and head to the ensuite, my stomach fluttering with nerves. She seemed to enjoy it last night, but she was a self-confessed fan - what if I hadn't lived up to her expectations? She told me last night she doesn't do one night stands - what if she's regretting it all? Was I too pushy, too persistent?

I take a piss and notice she's used my new toothbrush. I flush and wash my hands, and quickly brush my own teeth too. I don't want to repulse her with morning breath.

I walk back through the bedroom and pull on my boxers from last night that are laying on the floor, my heart pounding a little. What should I say to her? What if it's awkward? What if she's a crazy fan after all? I'm pretty sure she's not, though.

I open the bedroom door and walk through to the kitchen. I catch sight of her and my heart does this sort of leap when I realise she's wearing my shirt from last night.

I stop in my tracks and stare at her. She's making a cup of tea and is frowning down at the mugs. Her hair is falling in her face and she's pushing it back impatiently. And that shirt - my shirt - it looks far better on her than it ever did on me. It's loose on her, obviously, and it's skimming her thighs, revealing a pair of slender legs. She's only short, but she's slim. And did I mention beautiful? Yeah, she's beautiful. In a girl next door kind of way. I can tell she's not wearing any make up and she looks younger, baby faced. Natural.

I can't believe she's wearing my shirt. She looks hot.

I walk over to her but she's so engrossed in making the tea that I don't think she's heard me coming. I step up behind her and slide my arms around her waist and murmur in her ear, "So you are the type of fan who steals my clothes."

I honestly don't mean to scare her, but she jumps like she's been electrocuted, squeaks and spills tea on my shirt. It's hot, so she jumps again and bumps back into me before turning around to face me with a wide eyed expression.

I can't help smirking. Or teasing her again. "Morning. That's the second shirt of mine that you've ruined."

She looks horrified as she looks down at the tea stain gracing the front of my shirt, and hastily apologises.

"I'm just teasing you," I flirt. "You're sexy when you're flustered."

She sort of gapes at me and doesn't respond, but instead pushes her hair back from her face again. I pull her against me, tightening my arms around her waist.

"So, no good morning kiss?" I tease her again, and she looks me in the eyes and smiles. She's wearing a shy expression, with a hint of innocence. It sends a jolt of electricity into my pants.

The effect is instant - I want her. What the hell is up with me at the moment?

Impulsively I lean in for a kiss and I'm thankful she doesn't slap me or push me away, but kisses me back and lets me slip my tongue in her mouth. Her hands stroke my chest and set off the goosebumps, before finding their way into my hair which probably resembles a bird's nest right about now.

My hands drop from her waist to the backs of her thighs and I skim my fingertips over her soft skin, feeling myself harden again in my shorts. She gives a shaky sigh and I pull away and look into her eyes again.

"You look waayy too sexy in my shirt," I tell her.

"I thought the same about you when you were wearing it," she whispers.

I recognise the look in her eyes - it's the same one she had last night when Little White Lies came on. These are her fuck-me eyes. I'm only too happy to oblige.

I press my lips onto hers and push her back, a little roughly, against the fridge. I'm worried for a second that I'm being too forceful with her, but she's pulling my face hard against hers and kissing me with the same intensity so I slide my hand inside her shirt to stroke her breast.

She responds by pulling my groin against hers so my boner is pressing against her. She slips her hand in my boxers and starts stroking me with her hand - oh God it's so good.

I kiss her with more passion, but she pulls away and starts kissing my neck while she pleasures me. I drop my head forward onto her shoulder and lean my weight against her, trying to control my breathing while her teeth graze my neck.

I need her, right here. Right now.

I suddenly remember the condom in the drawer by the fridge - it's within reaching distance. I pull her hand out of my underwear and she watches as I open the kitchen drawer and rummage around for the condom.

"Do you have these in every room?" she asks, her eyes twinkling at me.

"Not intentionally," I try and assure her. I don't want her thinking I'm a sex addict or something. "I just remembered this one was handy."

She doesn't say anything but takes the condom from me and rips it open before pulling my boxers down to my thighs and rolling it on. She pulls me against her and guides me in as I kiss her gently. She leans back against the fridge and I start to move, slowly at first but I quickly increase the pace as she wraps one leg around me and squeezes me with it. I feel her dig her nails into my flesh and it turns me on more knowing she's enjoying it.

I'm starting to get close after a few minutes and I'm just about to start thinking of non-sexy things to prolong it, when she suddenly whispers in my ear, "Whatever you do, don't stop."

Knowing she's close makes me close, and I can't help but let out a small moan. I pick up the pace even more, thrusting hard and fast now, and the fridge is rocking behind her.

Suddenly she gives a small cry and her legs wobble; I grab her and hold her up by her legs, letting the fridge take all our weight as I pound her a few more times until I start to come as well.

I grip her tightly, squeezing my eyes shut, and press my lips hard against hers. It's fucking amazing, again. I try to stifle my moans as I feel myself pulsating. Or is it her? I can't tell. I let the feeling take over my body and focus on her legs squeezing me and her lips touching mine.

Gradually it fades. I let go of Jess's legs and she stands back on her feet, and I let my head fall forward onto her shoulder again while my heart rate begins to slow.

I stay there for minute, listening to her heart slowing too. I lift my head to look at her and she meets my gaze.

"Morning," she grins, and I chuckle at the cheeky expression on her face.

"Morning," I grin back. "What a great way to start the day."