Out of my Control

Chapter Seven

Johnny Meyers

I shouldn't have asked that. I know I shouldn't have but I really do not want this night to end. Getting close to her is dangerous because if we get too close it will end in heartbreak. Not that I would ever intend to hurt her, but I know my life is on borrowed time. The gut feeling I have is strong that I cannot shake it even if people think I am crazy.

"I guess."

Snapping out of my thoughts my smile broadens. I only have a few more weeks here then I will be going back home. So, I have to make the most of it with my angel. The hesitancy in her steps makes me stop and look at her. "Nothing has to happen that you do not want to. I promise." As much as I would love to ravish her, I will be patient. Whatever past trauma she has been through cuts her deep. Not being a violent man, I want to hurt the man who made her scared or hesitant of other men. "Come on angel." 

Holding her hand feels right. This feels right. Taking the elevator the silence is deafening. Why can't we go back to before I opened my big mouth? I want to hear her laugh, see her smile. "Tell me something." Her big doe eyes snap to me as she tilts her head.

"Like what?"

"Anything." I could hear you talk about anything. I've never had this urge to be around a woman the way I do her. "Whatever comes to mind."

"This elevator seems to be really slow." Laughter erupts from me and that gets her to glare at me. The things I could do to you Katrina, you just don't understand. "It's true!" I don't care as long as I am this close to you.

"Saved by the bell." The bells chimes as the door opens. I was so close to tasting those lips once again. But I will not do that, I will let her make the decision what she wants. "Welcome to my home away from home." Walking into the penthouse I lead her to the couch to sit down. "Relax, would you like to change into more comfortable clothes." Just thinking about her in my clothing has my dick stirring to life.

"That would be great." 

Kissing her head I rush to the bedroom and find the smallest thing I own, which I accidently shrunk while doing laundry. Handing them to her I point to the bathroom. Might as well get changed myself. "Johnny." Turning around with my shirt in my hand she just stares at me. "Oh my." Those cheeks getting rosy is too damn adorable. 

My mistake was looking at her in my clothes. "Fuck!" When I imaged her in my clothed nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me. Her eyes do not leave my chest, and I cannot help but smirk. My shirt drowns her still, exposing one shoulder. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. "Movie!" Blurting out has me blushing and breaking us both out of our trance.

"That would be great."

Putting my shirt back on I swear I heard her sigh as we walk back into the living room. "Any preferences?" Biting her lip, I have to bite the inside of my cheek from stopping myself from devouring those lips. What the fuck was I thinking? This is going to be long night.

Katrina Stephens

My preference is you! "Anything is fine." As long as it gets me away from these wondering, lustful thoughts. I'm not a damn teenager anymore. Get a grip on your hormones! "I like all kinds of movies."

"Great!" That smile really should be illegal. Plopping down on the couch, I sit a little bit away from him. Too close is trouble, I know it. This really was a bad idea. I just want to straddle his lap an ogle his chest again. My fingers itch to trace his tattoos and know the meaning behind every single one. "How about this?" Nodding my head because this is too much. "I promise not to bite. You do not have to sit way over there." But I do because what I want to do is crazy.

I have deprived myself of sex for so long, and this man screams sex. "As long as you don't bite." Why the hell did I say that?

"Only if you want me to." That wink is just as dangerous as your smile. When I do not move, he takes the initiative and scoots next to me starting the movie. I don't remember the movie; I must have dozed off. "Angel." The strain in Johnny's voice and then I hear moans. Oh shit! Did I just moan in my sleep? Snapping my eyes open, one hand is high on his thigh and the other is on his chest. The moans happen again, and I look to the TV as a love scene is on the screen. This is not happening; my grip tightens on his muscular thigh. "That doesn't help angel."

His eyes are strained, and his breathing is quick. "I'm sorry." Trying to move my hands but they do not move. "Johnny." This is stupid. This is wrong in so many ways, but I want this man. If I am prepared for him to leave, I won't be heartbroken. I will regret whatever is happening here right now.

"I'm trying." I know, I am too. This feeling is strong as my breaths quicken. His gaze alone has my whole body heat up. How can a look alone get me like this? His hand on my back gives me shivers. "To be a gentleman." Right now, I don't want you to be. 

Who the hell am I right now?

Finding the courage I move, my face so close to his. His breath caresses my skin as his shirt slips off my shoulder. Those eyes hold so much but not enough at the same time. "Maybe don't be such a gentleman right now." Those lips I have been dying to taste again slam against mine and I greedily let him. If a kiss does this to me, what would it be like with more of him?

"Katrina." The whisper is my undoing. How can my name sound so sexy coming off of someone's lips. "As much as I am enjoying kissing you." Then don't stop! "This was not my intention when I asked you to stay." Who are you? Any other guy would take advantage of this. Am I getting ahead of myself?

Moving away from him, embarrassment hits hard. I just threw myself at a man. This is not who I am!

"I'm sorry, I should go." Darting towards the door to save myself from more humiliation. Just bury me in a hole right now!

"Don't!" Spinning me around, he pins me to the wall. This is the second time he has done this to me. 

"This is not me. I don't throw myself at men!" Feeling rejected brings back too much pain.

"I didn't reject you." Are you psychic? "Since I have met you, I have dreamt about you." His lips brush against my ear. "Imagined what I would do with this body." My body shakes as his lips graze down my neck. "Hearing you moan my name would be dying and going to heaven." Stop talking! "If you want me as much as I want you." I do, I shouldn't but God help me I do! "I would treasure you." His hands skim down my sides. Why does it feel like he is touching my bare skin?

"That's the second time you have said that."

"It's true! I would treasure you, but angel." Sucking on my bare shoulder makes a moan escape my lips. When his eyes meet mine, there is a seriousness I have never seen in his eyes before. "Once I have you, I am not letting you go."

This is dangerous. This is bad! I should be afraid from the possessiveness in his voice, but I am so damn turned on. What is he doing to me?  His body pressed flushed to mine and his hard member makes me wet instantly. He's so fucking big! I haven't even seen it, but I feel it. I want to feel more of it and him.

"This is a really bad idea."

"It's a really great idea." His body presses harder into mine. Moaning again, he is driving me mad. It's hard to concentrate when his lips are on my neck again. "If you want me to stop I will."

That's the problem I don't want you to, but I do. My mind is a jumbled mess.

"What do you say, Katrina?"

I'm so fucked!