Know You All Over Again

Chapter 19

“You did what?” My voice a mixture of shock and disbelieve. 

“I did beat up Mick.” He repeats with an even tinier voice then before. 

I look at him confused, but he is not able to meet my eyes. Suddenly a light is switched on in my brain. 

Korn honestly believes that I don't know what he did. I mean, how stupid does he think I am? His shirt is splattered with tiny red dots and he still has some remains of what looks like dried blood on his knuckles. How can he honestly believe I didn't count two and two together by myself? 

“You are aware that your shirt is practically covered in his blood?” I ask him with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. 

His head snaps up so quickly I am afraid for his spine. His eyes are like saucers and his mouth hangs open in confusion. I feel a wave of adoration running through my chest. 

“I am not angry, Korn. It's all good. Just tell me what happened.” My voice is gentle and I hope the loving smile on my face is easing his worries. 

“But.. I mean, I promised you. And somehow all I do these days is breaking promises. I can't seem to think about anything else then fucking you and now I beat this asshole up even though you asked me not to. I...” 

“You are thinking about fucking me..?” I ask him in a low voice and my smile is turning into a seductive smirk. 

I know, right now is not the right moment for any of this, but I just can't help it. I need him. I really, really need him. Now more then ever before. 

I need him to erase these memories of someone else on top of me. Of hearing someone else's hot breath in my ear. Of letting someone else touch me in a way that I really just want Korn to touch me. 

I need him to make me whole again... 

“Knock.” He says with a hint of a whine. “This is so not the moment for this.” 

He almost sounds desperate. And yes, he is right. 

But somehow I don't care anymore. All this talking about our feelings and this being open and honest... It's all good and necessary. But there is a time for talking and there is a time for fucking. And right now, is not the time for talking... 

Slowly I am getting onto my knees and crawl in front of him. My eyes are never leaving his and right now he looks a bit like a deer caught in a headlight. Somehow this is quiet the turn on. Normally it's always him devouring me, making me go all weak. But right now, I just don't give a crap about it. 

He thinks this is not the right moment? I will change his mind. Oh, I will so change his mind. 

I push him backwards and just continue my way up his body until I am straddling his lap. My arms are moving slowly next to his head and I am moving my face closer and closer to him. 

Our eyes are still locked and I am sure he can see the desire burning in mine. My eyes are just half open and my eyebrows are lifted just this tiny bit. The smirk on my face is getting bigger and when I am slowly biting my bottom lip I can finally see him react. 

It's like a switch is getting turned and suddenly our lips are crashing together. His hands are straight on my neck, pulling me closer and closer. I still can smell his aftershave on his skin and it's delicious. It makes me want him so much more. I love the way he smells. It's something that can me go completely crazy. 

I am loosing myself into our kiss. His tongue is so hot in my mouth and I can feel his hands on my neck, my back and suddenly on my bum. He squeezes both cheeks a bit harder then necessary, but I know how much he loves my backside. He always says it's his favourite part about my body. Because it's his. Just his...