CBWR? Chapter 58

Author’s notes:

One more!  No time to chat – gotta get back to work!

Alone.

Chapter 58:

“Bella…”  I tried to speak, but I was completely out of breath, and I didn’t want to say anything I wanted to say.  Her mouth covered mine again, stifling any protest I may have had and definitely killing any desire I had to complain.  She just tasted so good…and she smelled so good…and she felt so right in my arms.  All I wanted to do was lean back and let her do anything and everything she wanted to do with me.   Even as my more rational mind continued to tap at the back of my head with a ball-peen hammer as it chanted in rhythm with the hits – stupid, stupid, stupid…

I didn’t care.

No, that’s not right – I did care.

I just didn’t want to care, because if I cared, then I’d have to make her stop.

If I made her stop, I just might never feel like this again.

Like I was where I was supposed to be.

Like I was where I was supposed to be, and the person with me actually wanted me here.

Like maybe if I just let this happen, I wouldn’t be…wouldn’t be…

Alone.

My hands found their own way up her sides, around her back and to her shoulders.   They slid back down to her waist, and even though there was a bit of a natural barrier there between the end of her shirt and the top of her jeans, my hands didn’t pay any attention to it.  My fingers wrapped around her backside and pulled her down against me at the same time my hips instinctively angled up, pressing hard against her.

I was so hard for her.

Bella gasped into my mouth, the heat from her breath mimicking the heat from between her legs, where my cock was pushing up against her.  She pulled back from my mouth, and as I opened my eyes, the sheer enormity of how wrong this was hit me again like a fucking really big brick.

The hands that held her tight against my raging cock pushed her back gently down my legs.

“Bella…” I said again, still not too sure what was supposed to come after that.

“I want to,” she said quickly, but her eyes were just a little too much like they had been before…when she had to.

“I will take you to bed,” I whispered up to her, “because you’re obviously tired and not thinking straight.”

“I want to,” she said again, though her tone had lost its urgency.

“Not tonight,” I told her; because there was no way I could tell her no.

Her eyes dropped and she bit down on her lower lip. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said quietly.

She released her lip from her teeth and met my eyes again.  I watched them slowly turn from disappointment, to hurt, to anger.

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” she snapped.  She pushed back against my shoulders and removed herself from first my hold, then the couch, and then the room.  I heard the bedroom door slam behind her.

I probably should have expected this, right?

Chapter end notes:

Awww…man!  I think I made myself all sad.

I was totally joking about the Jacob as the long-lost sweetheart.  

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