Lose Control

Chapter 5

As soon as I registered the identity of the person in front of me, I wrestled the hand away from my mouth. "What the hell are you playing at, Winston?!? You scared me half to death!" I whisper shouted, and Dally had the decency to look somewhat guilty for a split second, before his face hardened again, "Why did you do it?" He growled, "Why did you kiss me?" All of the potential excuses I had thought up flew out of my mind and I just sat there, staring at him like an idiot. "Well?" He hissed, sounding pissed. He had no right to be pissed!

"Who do you think you are, Dallas Winston? You broke into my house. You're sitting on my bed. What is the matter with you?!?!?"

"What's the matter with me? You kissed me. Why?"

I made a pouty face and used my poutiest voice, "Awww poor Dally. Did I take advantage of you?" I gasped and covered my mouth, "Did I steal your first kiss?!?!? You poor thing." My pout dropped off my face and I glared at him. "Get out of my damn room before I scream-"

He kissed me. That ridiculously hot shit head kissed me! Okay. Maybe I kissed back a little bit. Or a lot.

His hands dove into my hair, and mine went to his shoulders before roaming to his chest and everywhere in between. His calloused fingers stroked my cheeks, and moved down my shoulders and arms before grasping at the hem of Sodapop's overly large shirt and pulling it up and over my head, revealing the sports bra underneath. His shirt went next, and damn but that boy has a fine chest. I traced his pecs and the squares of his solid abs while his tongue fought a battle with mine, both of them intent on winning. Before I knew what was happening, his hands were on my shoulders pushing me back. His head dropped into the crook between my neck and shoulder, taking deep breathes. "What the hell are you doing to me?" He murmured quietly. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I gasped, trying to catch my breath myself.

He pulled back and grasped my shoulders, "Look. I don't know what's going on with me right now. But you...you do something to me. And I really like it. I really like you. Your brother would shoot me if he knew I was in here right now, and the fact that you haven't called him in here yet means you at least don't hate me enough to want me dead. So that's a start. But the way you kissed me...I mean look at us," he laughed slightly and gestured to our half clothed bodies. I laughed lightly, "Uh yeah. That escalated quickly," I shook my head and looked down before meeting his dark eyes, "Dallas get to the point."

"Okay. I want you to be my girl. Not like Sylvia was," he added quickly, "I don't want you running around on me, I would probably kill someone if that happened. And I'm not going to run around on you. I want all of you, and I want to give you all of me."

Holy. Shit.

I had absolutely no idea what to say. I was shocked, to say the very least-I mean, can you blame me? Dallas started fidgeting, and his vulnerable expression suddenly became hard again. "Look Doll," his voice took on a cocky tone, "This is a one time offer. I walk out that door, deals off-" I placed my finger over his lips.

"Yes"