Temptation

22 - Hero

Her waist is small; I lighten my grip, so I don't cause any bruises to her delicate body. The heat is intensifying with every kiss. I pull at her shirt to see if she'll remove it. She removes her lips from mine, "I-I can't." She says as she removes my hand from her shirt. "I would never judge you," I tell her, trying to sound as sensitive as possible. Before the moment passes, she obeys and slowly removes her shirt; I my move lips from her's, down to her neck than to her chest, kissing below her chest where her ribs pop out from under her skin. She catches me starring at her body and wraps her arms around herself trying to hide what she can which isn't much behind those lanky arms. I stand straight up to be at eye level with her and grab both her hands in mine, bringing them to my lips to kiss them, "Nothing can change what I think about you. You are beautiful." I kiss her plump lips and bring her closer to my body; skin to skin I feel how cold she is and wrap my arms around her trying to bring her warmth.

After minutes of our tongues entangled with each other, I lower my grip to her boney ass, and grab under her cheeks to lift her. Instinct kicks in and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom. I gently lay her on the bed and her legs still cling onto me as I am hanging over her. My heart is beating out of my chest, my cock is pushing against my jeans and the heat in the room has increased by 20 degrees. I tuck her silky hair behind her ear; I kiss her neck and shivers run through her little body, goosebumps perking from her skin. I can hear the hesitation in her breath, but her body and her lips tell me otherwise.

I slow my movements down and then she stops immediately as she notices my change in pace. "What's wrong?" She asks as if she did something to insult me. "I don't want to rush you and we have time." Her hands move to cover her body from underneath me and I pull up from her, "We don't have time though..." She reaches for one of my shirts on the ground to cover herself. She pulls one of my shirts over her head and turns to the bathroom. The mood in the room has change quickly, going from one level to the complete opposite level within seconds. I watch her skinny legs walk away from me and let her go to the bathroom without saying a word. I have no words. Is this our first fight?

I knock at the bathroom door and there is no answer. Through the door I practically beg her to come out so I can look her in the face. I hear her faint voice from behind the bathroom door, "I need a minute." Fuck this is our first fight. Minutes pass and she still has herself locked in the bathroom. Being the dick that I am, I am questioning why she is even mad and telling myself she is being dramatic. My conscious, the good part of me which is hidden deep down and rarely shows through, knows that she's acting this way because I am the first person in months who she has become close with and now I'm leaving her without giving her something she wants—something I want too.

An hour has gone by and I've tried multiple times to get Madden to come out of the bathroom. If I ever live with a woman, I need to remind myself to remove all locks from bathroom doors so I can avoid this situation from happening ever again.

I've given up and just sit against the wall by the door. I finally hear her turn the shower on and the door clicks so I check to see if it is unlocked. It's not locked as if to she is inviting me in; I enter the bathroom. Her naked body is hidden behind the cloudy-white shower curtain and I sit on the bathroom counter. I've had the last hour to think about what to say to her and nothing comes to mind now, in this moment.

I quietly stand up from the counter, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, removing them until I'm just in my boxers and socks. My jeans on the floor, around my feet and I wait to see if Madden notices. When she doesn't, I continue to remove my boxers and socks. I'm completely naked on the outside of the shower, my entire body free from clothing and Madden on the other side of the curtain is tempting me with the outline of her naked body. I slightly pull the curtain open, enough for me to get into the shower and join Madden. Her little ass facing me, I pull myself close to her so that we are skin to skin. My cock hardening against her just from her touch. She doesn't move a muscle and accepts my naked body against hers. I begin to kiss the side of her neck, moving my tongue along all the nerves and she turns to face me. Her chest now against me, her center touching my cock and I feel as if I could cum right now. She presses her lips against mine and our tongues collide within each other's mouths. I grab her breasts in my hands and squeeze hard enough to leave a mark; imprinting myself on her body. Her mouth still against mine, I trace my long fingers along her torso, stopping myself where her panties would start, before I reach her pleasure point.

"Why did you stop?" She asks me, her breath heavy from passion. "Move to LA with me." The words stumble from my mouth, but I fully mean them. I didn't expect to be asking her this, I never decided if that is what I wanted to do but my heart has chosen the words for me. I don't want to be away from her, I want more time. I want to feel every inch of her, and I want to know everything about her.

Since I found out about having to leave Vancouver so soon, I've been debating with myself to stay here and use my concussion as an excuse or to ask Madden to come with me. The whole week, the decision weighted heavy on my heart and my head was pounding from it. The thought of being away from her hurt, the thought of staying here just a few weeks longer to leave her, hurt and the panic I felt to ask her to come with me, hurt. The rejection I could get if I asked her to come with me caused me pain. My brain bruised within my skull had been in more pain then it needed to be because of this girl that I just met. This girl that has come into my life in such a short time and yet she has the largest impact on me.

She doesn't move from my hold, but she also doesn't say anything at all. I say it again sounding as if I'm begging her, "Come to LA with me. Please."