I care ( Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 1

I care (Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 17

He gave me back his hand and I quickly and carefully, bandaged his knuckles. 

"Ok, done." I said and started putting the bandages away into the first aid kid that sat on my lap. He examined his bandaged knuckles and looked quite satisfied with it.

I was about to stand up when he grabbed my hands and pulled me back down onto the stool again. 

"Thank you." 

I cleared my throat. "Its okay." I smiled back, trying my best to just forget about what just happened literally half an hour ago.

I wanted to move away but his grip on my hands were tight but so gentle at the same time. 

He placed his unwounded hand on my cheek and stroked in gently with his thumb. My heart started to flutter. Jesus christ here we go again. 

"What, still angry?" he said in a low voice. 

I was staring at my fingers all this while. I was still slightly hurt, and annoyed and pissed and tired. I felt like a mess. I looked up at him and his eyes were blazing. I hate it when he gives that look. That "I know im a jerk but you know you want me" look.

"You look irresistable when you're pissed, you know that?" he said in his "do me, baby" voice and I flushed. Dammit. 

I looked up at him and caught a glimpse of his bruised up face. All I could think about was that small makeout session yesterday and my heart was starting to beat slightly faster.

"I hate you." I mumbled.

"Yeah?" he grinned and traced his thumb from my cheek to my lower lip.

"What else" he whispered. His thumb brushed against my lower lip and I was started to get all fuzzy inside.  

"and you're a jerk." 

He tried to hide his smile by curling his lips together. 

"Tell me how much of a jerk I am." He bit the corner of his lower lip and ran both of his hands down my thighs. His eyes were glued to mine and I just couldn't look away. There was something about his eyes. He was watching me trying my hardest to contain myself as if he could read my mind. 

My breathing got slightly deeper. Well actually a whole lot deeper I just didn't want him to know what he was doing to me. His eyes drifted to my chest and I followed his gaze, only to find out that my bra did nothing to hide my reaction. His grin slowly faded and his eyes were filled with desire.

Within a split second, he lifted me off the stool and we both fell back onto the sofa, with him ontop of me. He sent no silent message that said, "Im going to kiss you now unless you back away." There were none of the typical signs. He went for it full throttle. Panic skittered through me and I had this sudden urge to push him off me and run but as if he'd read my mind, Oliver tightened his hold.

His body was hard on mine, pushing me into the sofa. His tongue sweeped into my mouth and he deepened the kiss. My brain was on sensation overload. My fingers were tangled in his hair and his hands were everywhere. On my face, on my chest and on my thighs. My toes curled our breathing got heavier and my heart pounded so hard. It was as if I'd overdosed on adreneline. Oliver couldn't get enough and neither could I. He reached for more with every stroke of his tongue, delving deeper. I raised my hand up and ran my fingers along his hipbones and up his sides. It seemed to be affecting him as he made a low moaning noise and his kisses became a bit more passion filled. 

I stroked my hands down his back, further down to cup his ass and he smiled against my lips.

He reluctantly sat up on me and pulled his shirt over his head. Never once breaking the intense eye contact, he threw his shirt across the hall and pressed his lips against mine again.