Falling For The Mob

23 Cold showers

Zoë

Without any control, my chest lifts off the ground, meeting her halfway.

The smell of her sweat and perfume invades my senses as she presses her lips against mine. I try to get closer, but she is still keeping my hands pinned above my head. Her tongue swipes my bottom lip, begging for permission, which I immediately grant. My body melts under her dominating grip. We are both fully aware of what is happening and allowing it.

Her moves are restrained and unsure, unlike the first two times we kissed, she is being tender with me. Cupping my cheek with her spare hand, her tongue slips into my mouth and begins its exploration.

My body vibrates to life from the pressure she is placing on top of me, as heat begins to gather in my lower abdomen. All I can hear is the thumping of my heart, and all I can think about is how much more I am craving. I want her to touch me.

A loud, shameless moan escapes me as she bites my lip harshly. Her legs are no longer used to pin me down as her hips end up resting between my thighs. The rhythmic grinding is sending me into a flustered haze as she takes complete control of my being. All my body can do is react to her every touch, letting her do whatever she pleases. The hand that was pinning mine down buries itself in my hair and tugs harshly, making my eyes flutter open as I pull back.

This is such a bad idea, but I still give in to my lust. Her rapid, shallow breaths break against my skin as I look into her completely dilated pupils. She looks confused, something I've only seen a few times. "Zoë, I respect you."

"What?"

"I do not respect the people I wish to sleep with, but I want you." Her voice is forced and deep, sounding like there is a tight grip on her throat blocking the words from exiting.

"I want you too, but..." Things are much more complicated than that, and I struggle to find the words to explain it.

Her eyes sober up as she jumps off me, immediately turning her back to me. "I apologize for overstepping." She says in a formal tone, instantly making the space between us feel cold and distant.

"Don't be sorry. We both just lost control for a moment, don't blame yourself." I get off the floor as she meets my gaze again. She studies me with that same frustrated look she always has, we both know what question is hanging in the air.

"Sam, I don't do casual hookups."

"And I have no room in my life for anything serious, nor am I capable of offering the emotional connection which you seek." Her honesty stings more than I expected, but the one thing I've learned is that there is no point in trying to change Sam's mind on anything.

"So we agree that this shouldn't happen again." Though this conversation seems to be the same as the last, I can't help but feel the definitive weight that comes with her agreeing nod. Honestly, I don't even know what it is that I want exactly. But it's not this.

With a warm smile, she offers me a hand and lifts me off the ground. I ignore the warmth that radiates through my body when she touches me. This really is for the best, and whatever Addy said about Sam liking me shouldn't be given more thought. Sam could have anyone she wants, and I'm sure it won't be difficult to find someone who is willing to agree to her terms.

"Same time on Wednesday, doc?" Her slightly playful smirk returns.

"Sure, Sam."

We don't speak until our next training session. Maybe Sam and I should just be the kind of friend who only see and speak to each other for one reason. The constant wrestling and getting pinned down by her make the tension between us so much worse, yet somehow I manage to get through the next two training sessions without kissing her.