Desirable Lies

Stay With Me

~Katy~

John's gaze skims over my body, like he's checking to be sure I'm okay before settling on my eyes again. Nothing about this is okay, but I'm powerless to stop it. I'm scared of feeling too much for him, and I'm scared of letting him go, so I do the only thing I can. I turn myself over to the undeniable pleasure coursing through me, begging for a sweet release, but I need a moment to process what's happening, so I take a step back.

"Don't run away from this," he murmurs.

Walking closer, John plants his hands to my waist, his long fingers biting into my hips as he lifts me up. My legs close around his waist, my core seeking friction against the hard ridge in the front of his pants.

I gasp at the crazy mix of emotions overtaking my body. I know I should stop him, push him away, I just don't want to. I miss this side of him. Memories of our weeks spent together flood my senses, making it impossible to turn away.

"John..." I whisper. I have no idea what I'm asking for and his soft eyes plead with mine. He supports my weight effortlessly with both hands resting under my ass. I want him again...I was so close.

"I'm tangled up in you. I can't let you go," he says, placing one more kiss against my mouth. He stares back at me for a moment. I can't take the broken quality to his voice, the way his warm palm slides against my exposed hip bone. Even though I shouldn't, I crave his touch. I've missed him. I've missed this. This growing connection between us. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to give in to him.

Before everything went to hell the afternoon his wife showed up, I felt like we were building toward something real, if not love, then something close. I wasn't experienced, but given the chance, I knew I could fall in love with John Mayer. Which meant letting him into my hotel room, letting him kiss me and gaze into my eyes and break down all my walls was a dangerous move. My heart was on the line. But he'd tracked me down and chased me halfway around the world. That has to mean something, right?

"Sweetness," he murmurs in the husky tone that I've come to recognize means he's aroused.

My voice disappears as any words of protest die in my throat. I have to tell him no. I need to make him leave. He's done something that can't be undone. He led me to believe he was unattached and concealed the truth from me for weeks. I now wonder if he would have ever told me if Stella hadn't shown up. Despite my suspicions, I'd ignored my womanly instincts and turned myself over to him completely.

His fingertips edging under my skirt pull me from my thoughts. My core heats with the knowledge that his skilled fingers are just inches from where I want them. Yes, yes yes. My panties are soaking wet and I rock against him, but my raspy voice breaks the silence and contradicts every thing my body is screaming for. "No...I can't..." I untangle my legs from his waist and drop to the floor.

"You want this just as badly as I do," he says, his voice deep and sure.

My eyes lift to his and apparently they tell him everything he needs to know. My desire for him is written all over my face. My thoughts betray me. And John takes full advantage, leaning in to kiss me again.

"Tell me there's still a chance," he whispers against my lips.

I swallow, but am unable to respond. I don't trust myself to say the right thing. I debate with myself, wondering if I could ever trust him again, if I could even fit into his lifestyle...

A burst of feminine laughter and the sound of the door clicking open snap me back to my senses.

Angela and Ben waltz into the room carrying a half dozen shopping bags between them.