PULSE (Part Four)(12)

"I'm glad." At the very least, maybe the one light at the end of this f*cked up tunnel was that Drew was finally going to get his act together.

Chapter 13

"Goddammit, Jessica." His body hovers above me. "You've got to let me f*ck you."
"I came here to talk to you." I push my hips back into his couch. I can't let him feel how wet I am.
"You want my cock in your body. Don't try and deny that." His voice is a low growl.
I can't deny that. How am I supposed to? I arrived not more than five minutes ago with the full intention of setting ground rules, now the only barrier between my body and his was the thin silk of my panties and his trousers. "I don't…well… let's just say that I…." good for you, Jessica. Blabber on like that any longer and you won't need to tell him no, he'll push you out of his apartment door himself.
He skirts his lips across my forehead with a heated touch. "I'm so f*cking hard right now. Why the hell did you come here wearing that?"
I look down and realize my breasts are very close to popping out of the top of my dress. "I'm on my way to dinner with my roommates."
"Like hell you are." His hand is on my waist now, slowing inching towards my uncooperative breasts. "Your tits are so beautiful."
"Don't say things like that." I want to sound firm and controlled. I'm pretty sure every one of those words I just said sounded like a moan.
He rubs his groin over me and I can feel how hard he is. "I want to be inside of you."
"You want things you can't have," I whimper.
"I'm going to lick you until you come all over my face." His voice is nothing more than a breathless whisper. His groans are drowning themselves in my hair as he pushes himself into me.
"You want to f*ck my sweet little body." I push the words out in a slow measured tone. I'm still reeling from hearing them come out of his mouth when he was talking to Drew.
"Jessica." He pulls himself back up to his knees. "Listen to me, now. Listen, Jessica."
I close my eyes briefly to ward off how hot he looks. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, his hair is a mess and his eyes are full of un-tempered want. "What?"
"Open your eyes now."
I do. "Happy now?"
His expression is torn. His brow is furrowed, his mouth a firm line. "I f*cked up when I told Drew that I f*cked your sweet little body, but…" the words trail away as his hand runs up my leg. "I can't contain what I feel. Fucking you is my sweet heaven. Nothing has ever felt like that to me. I f*cked up when I said it, but I meant it. You want me. You've always wanted me."
"You don't know what I want." I need to get out of here. I have to get away from him before I give in again.
"You can run away but I'll always find you."
My body tenses as his hand inches up my thigh. A slow moan escapes my lips. "Stop," I say it, trying to make it sound genuine.
"You want me to stop?" His hand doesn't follow his mouth's suggestion. His finger skirts against the soft silk of my black panties. "I need to touch you. I've been aching inside for weeks."
"Stop." My hand bolts to cover his. "Stop now."
His eyes search mine before they rest on my lips. "You want me to stop? Jessica, say it again."
"Don’t touch me." I push against him wanting to get myself up into at least a semi put together state. "Stop touching me."
He pulls himself to his feet and stares down at me sprawled on my back. He'd embraced me the moment I arrived and pushed me down without any resistance. He knew then that I'd give in to him. He knows instinctively that my body craves his too. He senses that I have no resolve when it comes to him.
"I want you." The words are meant to be simple. They should convey a direct need, a desire and a want. Coming out of Nathan's mouth they carry so much weight. They mean more than I can handle.
"You said you'd never lie to me." I push myself up until I'm sitting. "You lied about Drew."
He paces in front of me. "That's bullshit, Jessica. I didn't lie to you about him. I told you to stay away from him because he's f*cked up."
"You should have told me." My voice is loud, almost too loud for this space. Everything is racing full speed ahead to the surface now. "You f*cking should have told me you bet on my body, you *."
"Don't call me that," he spits the words at me. "Don't call me names, Jessica. You'll regret it."
"How?" I want to stand but I know all my energy is pulled into my emotions at the moment. "How will I regret it? You'll stop harassing me? That's not a bad thing, Nathan."
Before I can react he's sitting next to me. "I can't stop. Fuck, Jessica. You think this is something I can turn off?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what? Wanting you?" His face is rigid as he asks the questions. "Everything in my life is about you now. Everything. I f*cked up. I get that. You can't throw me away because I'm not perfect. Everyone makes mistakes, Jessica. Everyone."
"You let me work with him." I push the subject. "I don’t understand that."
"Understand what?" He's pulling on my hands, trying to capture them within his. "You want to be a chef. I want that for you."
I inch back on the couch trying to gain some distance. "You should have told me he was such an *."