Sugar and Spice

Chapter 5

It's relief that made him do this. Relief that I'm alive. I know he was scared more than he was angry. That, mixed with the alcohol in his system that strips inhibition away and replaces it with courage led us to this point. And maybe more than a little bit attraction...

He moans into my mouth and his other hand pulls my body closer to his. My legs move without permission from my brain and I find myself straddling him, my legs wrapped around his waist and we haven't stopped kissing since we began.

My hands reach into his thick, wet hair and my nails scrape gently across his scalp, making him hold me tighter and breath in deeply through his nose. My body is lifted as he stands, his hands cupping my ass tightly, feeling my form under the boy shorts I have on. My mind is in a whirl and I moan into his mouth.

I feel his arousal against me, the towel, so dedicated in the fight, has lost its grip and has fallen to the floor, leaving this mountain of a man naked against me. He seems to have barely noticed as we continue kissing, moving our lips to allow our tongues to slide against one another, tasting the very souls of each other.

Gently, without breaking our kiss, Jason lays me down onto the bed, this time he follows me down until he is upon me. My legs don't leave his waist and I instinctively press my pelvis against him, causing him to groan and push his hips forward. I feel the thick head pressing against my wet center, but I don't care. I haven't had passion like this in my life, I would do anything to keep it going forever.

Jason breaks the kiss first, leaning his forehead against mine as we both breathe hard.

"I should head to the guest room," he says hoarsely, after clearing his throat. He doesn't move after he says it though. OK, so maybe my legs are still locked around him at this point and he really couldn't move without being rude, but he makes no attempt either.

He lifts his head and looks into my eyes.

"I'm sorry I yelled. I'm sorry I got so angry. I don't even know why I did, I just met you but the thought of you being hurt," he shakes his head before looking back into my eyes. "It doesn't matter. It's not your fault the way things went down. I understand. I do. I was just so worried..."

He raises himself up onto his hands, looking down upon me.

"You've had a long night. It's been pretty traumatizing to you, I can't imagine how fucked up this night has been for you. I'll be in the guest room if you need me."

I release my hold on him and sit up onto my elbows and watch as he bends down and retrieves the towel that had fallen to the floor.

"I'm glad you were there, Jason," I say, my voice thick with more emotion than I had felt in years. "I'm glad and I'm grateful."

He kisses my lips gently and whispered,

"So am I."

I watch him walk out of my room and I throw myself back onto my pillows and cover my face with my hands. The ghost of his body still feels heavy on mine and I don't want to stop the constant replay of events over in my head. That rage he had on his face upstairs was only matched by the passion he kissed me with, I think to myself.

Too soon, I realize Jason was right. I was exhausted. Horny as all hell, but exhausted. My eyes close and I'm aware of nothing else.

*

I jerk upright in my bed, drenched in sweat and breathing hard. Fear grips me and I don't know where I am for a solid 1-2-3-4-5 count. I have no idea what woke me up or why my heart is pounding against my chest; all I know is I have to get out of this bed.