Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 59

(No Control - 59. Alive)

I stare at my phone for a minute, but disappointingly she doesn't text me back. I'm just about to settle down and attempt to get some sleep when I hear a loud creak from the hallway, then loud footsteps stomp past my bedroom to the bathroom, before the door shuts and the sound of the extractor fan can be heard.

What's going on?

I lift my head from the pillow, listening. The footsteps sounded too heavy to be Jess, but I have a funny feeling about this. After a minute I hear the toilet flush, and then the tap running, and then footsteps stomp back along the corridor and I hear a door shut noisily.

I'm certain that was Jess's bedroom door. Why is she banging around? Is she cross? With me, perhaps? Should I not have teased her about my hard-on, knowing we can't do anything?

Damn, this hard-on will not go away. It's persistent, to say the least.

I lie in the darkness, and suddenly I feel the atmosphere in the room change, and I hear the faintest click of my bedroom door shutting.

"Jess?" I whisper, so quietly I barely hear it myself, and I am rewarded by her slipping under the covers next to me and brushing her lips against mine.

I roll over so I am lying on top of her and we kiss passionately for a minute before my boner reaches maximum capacity again and I have to pull away.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I came to talk about the economic crisis in Greece," she retorts, and I smirk. I love it when she sasses me with my own words.

"Really?" I tease. "I was expecting a discussion about the faulty traffic lights on the A14."

Take that.

"I would have thought the teen pregnancy rate would be more your thing," she fires back, "considering you practically impregnate women every time you speak with that voice of yours."

I roll my eyes, even though she can't see me in the darkness. Why do people say that about my voice? I think I sound slow and stupid most of the time.

"So are you going to kiss me or what?" she asks, her lips barely an inch from mine.

"Jess," I beg, closing my eyes. "You know where that leads."

Please don't do this to me.

I don't know how long I can keep rejecting her before I give in.

"Exactly," she whispers, firmly, and she pushes me off her gently, her hands lingering on my chest for longer than necessary.

"Baby, we can't," I murmur, hearing the desperation in my voice.

"Why not?" she breathes, rolling on top of me and opening her legs so she is sitting astride me.

She leans down and brushes her lips gently against my neck, and my dick reacts with a sharp jerk.

"I promised... your... brother..," I pant.

"Stop trying to be fucking noble, Harry," she whispers as her lips leave kisses behind my ear, and she grinds her hips from side to side, pressing on my erection. I sigh and squeeze her waist. I'm so turned on, this would actually make me come.

"I'm not," I protest. "Stop, Jess..." She isn't stopping. "Stop," I repeat firmly.

"Why?" she asks, pulling away and looking at me with a hurt expression.

"I wouldn't feel comfortable," I try to explain. "Your dad made it clear we were to sleep in separate rooms. And your brother..." I imagine his face if he walked in to find Jess riding me hard and fast. "Well, let's just say I value my own teeth."