Enemies or Lovers? Pt. 9
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"I let myself in. I hope you don't mind." That smile is breathtaking. I wish I didn't react to him like I do. I'm getting angry with myself so I decide to take it out on him.
"How did you get in, if you don't mind my asking?" I asked this even though I don't really care if he minds or not and he was starting to get on my last nerve. Who did he think he was?
"Ah. But in fact I do mind."
"Well, then have a good night." I open the door as I say this.
"I won't have a good night if I'm not with you." He looked sincere about what he said.
"That was the cheesiest thing I have ever heard." Not in the mood for his games; I shut the door with a slam and move over to go to my room after I put my coat on the hook near the door. I took off my heels, as well. I pick up the bottom of my dress and go to my bedroom. Carson follows behind me. The only way I know this for certain is from the squeaky floor boards. When I reached my room I stopped and turned.
"I hope that you weren't planning on joining me inside my room." I ask sarcastically.
"Why?" He asks, although he already knows why. I think he's trying to get a rise out of me.
"Because, I'm going to change my clothes."
"So, that dress is just as revealing as you without any clothes on." He said as he looked me up and down. Obviously pleased with what he saw. I felt the tell-tale sign of a blush when my cheeks flooded with warmth.
"Perhaps, but you're still not coming in." I start to close the door, but he blocks my attempt.
"You do know that if I wasn't in this dress that I would kill you, right?" My tone was a little snappier than I intended it to. His lips curled into his wicked grin. I knew I was in trouble. As I backed up, he came closer. I was backed into the wall. He pressed into me. His left hand was on my hip and his other was at my throat, closing gently, having the feeling of suffocating, yet I could still breathe. Though my hands went to his arms instinctively and gripped tight.
"How can you kill me when you get weak in the knees for me?" The hand that was on my hip moved up, running along my curves, moved to the small of my back, making light circular patterns. The other that closed on my throat was squeezing harder, after a few moments; his fingers loosened their hold, as the palm of his hand moved to cup my face; his thumb moves back and forth across my cheek.
"Why must you do this to me?" My breathing and heartbeat had quickened.
"Do what . . . . . . Seduce you?" The last two words were whispered in my ear. His hand moved from my cheek down my neck to my shoulder. His fingers feather light as they travel down my arm and to my waist. His hands are magic. His head lowers and his lips meet my jaw line. He kissed his way to my mouth. His lips brushed over mine before kissing me hard on the lips. His tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring. He kisses tasted exotic. His kisses were different tonight. As if he couldn't get enough, once he got a taste he had to have more. He pulled away reluctantly.
"You don't want me to stop do you?" His hands running along my silhouette was making my already racing heartbeat at an even wilder pace. My breathing had lessened to shallow gasps and left me waning against the wall. I had already forgotten his question.
"Do you?"
"Do I what?" I gasped out as his hand traveled down from my neck to my navel as he asked the question again.
"Do you want me to stop?" I bit my lip. My mind wouldn't let me focus on anything except for where his hands were and what I was feeling.
"No." Instead of saying the word, it came out more of as a moan form deep within. As soon as I had said no, he kissed me hard on the lips again. His tongue lightly traced my bottom lip and my lips parted to give him access. His tongue explored its way through my mouth. My hands moved to his shoulders to pull him closer. My right hand had moved to the back of his neck, and wrapped my fingers in his thick silky hair.
In the back of my mind I heard something. I realized it was my dress's zipper. The zipper was making its way slowly down. I shouldn't be doing this, but it felt right. When I broke away from his kisses to breathe, I realized that my dress was already half way unzipped. His lips went to my neck and kept absent-mindedly lowering the dress's zipper. The zipper was dangerously low.
"Carson"
"Yes?" He sounded breathless.
"Stop . . . please." I needed this to stop before it went too far.
"Do you really want me to?" He ran his pointer finger all the way down my spine, making me writhe against him. His tongue lightly traced my collarbone form one side to the other. His lips moved to my throat, and kissed right above my racing pulse. A moan escaped from my mouth. He is making it so hard to say yes.
Only then did I know that my leg had wound its way around his. I unhooked my leg from his in hope to stop whatever was making me warm all over from a single touch. I also ran my hands down his chest. It took all my will power to push him gently away, which was less than an inch. His eyes searched mine for an answer as to why I was pushing him away . . . again. I looked into his bright lit eyes and made my explanation.
"I'm just not ready right now." I'm still trying to control my breathing. I pull the zipper up as far as I can. I escape his arms and walk off toward my dresser which contains my pajamas. Carson walks up behind me and unzips my dress half-way. He then kisses my shoulder. He ran his tongue along my shoulder blade.
"Mmmmm . . . . you taste delicious." I turn around and lock my arms around his neck as I kissed him hard. I backed away and ultimately turned to go into the bathroom to change my clothes.
I come out with my hair in a ponytail, with shorts, and a tee. Carson was lying on my bed with his shirt off. I've seen plenty of gorgeous guys without their shirts on, but no one like Carson. None of them had affected me like he was doing just now. My breathing has quickened as well as my heartbeat. His skin looked as if he had spent days in the sun, yet had not been burnt by the sun's unforgiving rays. His muscles made him look sculpted to perfection. My gaze moved up to his face. His lips were curled into a smile.
"You look cute."
"Was that a compliment or a sarcastic comment?"
"A compliment." His lips curled up as he said this. I stood there, not knowing what else to do.
"Are you going to come over here or am I going to have to come get you?" Hmmmm. That may not be a bad thing. My raw emotions were making me exhausted. I tried to move my body, but it didn't want to listen, so I just stood there. The voice inside my head was telling me to go over there, but my muscles wouldn't listen. My breathing was becoming more controlled. My pulse was still beating wildly.
"I see I'm going to have to come get you." He got up and made his way over to me. I really need to monitor my breathing habits because my breathing became more rapid as he got closer. He got so close his nose touched mine. This slight touch sent an electric shock through my body. My lips parted. I could feel his warm breath blow in my face. His hands wrapped around my wrists, and moved to my palms and intertwined our fingers. Heat is radiating from his body. He feels like a space heater, as if a single touch would burn me to my core.
His lips moved to mine and lingered there for a moment. My eyelids slid closed as he kissed me. He pulled away and picked me up. I was surprised at how effortlessly he picked me up. My arms instinctively moved up to wined around his bare shoulders. I'm so exhausted. My head felt so heavy and slumped to his neck. He gently put me down on my bed and moved the covers up over me to my shoulders. I felt him get in beside me and put an arm around my waist. I fell asleep with his protective arms around me.
Though he was beside me all night I woke alone. I sat up. At first I thought I had dreamt it all, but then I saw Carson's shirt on the couch. Why would he leave his shirt behind . . . unless he didn't leave the house? I lay back and close my eyes. I felt something shift in the air. I kept the illusion of my sleep-full state. I heard the swift caress of drapes blow across the floor. A sound I knew all too well.
At first I thought it was Carson, but instead of the comfortable and safe feeling I have when Carson is near, this feels like carnage, revenge, and blood-thirsty. My body tenses to this feeling and I open my eyes. A cloth came over my face and it smelled sweet. I stopped my breathing momentarily. I reached up to hit the guy in the face, but I missed. I kept trying. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. I remember reading something about a substance like this only it was a liquid. Chloro . . . something . . . phyll . . . no that's in plants. . . form. That's it. Chloroform. I can't hold my breath any longer. I started to get a headache, and then dizzy, my eyelids are too heavy to keep open. My limbs are tired and I close my eyes. All too soon I am knocked out by it.
"How did you get in, if you don't mind my asking?" I asked this even though I don't really care if he minds or not and he was starting to get on my last nerve. Who did he think he was?
"Ah. But in fact I do mind."
"Well, then have a good night." I open the door as I say this.
"I won't have a good night if I'm not with you." He looked sincere about what he said.
"That was the cheesiest thing I have ever heard." Not in the mood for his games; I shut the door with a slam and move over to go to my room after I put my coat on the hook near the door. I took off my heels, as well. I pick up the bottom of my dress and go to my bedroom. Carson follows behind me. The only way I know this for certain is from the squeaky floor boards. When I reached my room I stopped and turned.
"I hope that you weren't planning on joining me inside my room." I ask sarcastically.
"Why?" He asks, although he already knows why. I think he's trying to get a rise out of me.
"Because, I'm going to change my clothes."
"So, that dress is just as revealing as you without any clothes on." He said as he looked me up and down. Obviously pleased with what he saw. I felt the tell-tale sign of a blush when my cheeks flooded with warmth.
"Perhaps, but you're still not coming in." I start to close the door, but he blocks my attempt.
"You do know that if I wasn't in this dress that I would kill you, right?" My tone was a little snappier than I intended it to. His lips curled into his wicked grin. I knew I was in trouble. As I backed up, he came closer. I was backed into the wall. He pressed into me. His left hand was on my hip and his other was at my throat, closing gently, having the feeling of suffocating, yet I could still breathe. Though my hands went to his arms instinctively and gripped tight.
"How can you kill me when you get weak in the knees for me?" The hand that was on my hip moved up, running along my curves, moved to the small of my back, making light circular patterns. The other that closed on my throat was squeezing harder, after a few moments; his fingers loosened their hold, as the palm of his hand moved to cup my face; his thumb moves back and forth across my cheek.
"Why must you do this to me?" My breathing and heartbeat had quickened.
"Do what . . . . . . Seduce you?" The last two words were whispered in my ear. His hand moved from my cheek down my neck to my shoulder. His fingers feather light as they travel down my arm and to my waist. His hands are magic. His head lowers and his lips meet my jaw line. He kissed his way to my mouth. His lips brushed over mine before kissing me hard on the lips. His tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring. He kisses tasted exotic. His kisses were different tonight. As if he couldn't get enough, once he got a taste he had to have more. He pulled away reluctantly.
"You don't want me to stop do you?" His hands running along my silhouette was making my already racing heartbeat at an even wilder pace. My breathing had lessened to shallow gasps and left me waning against the wall. I had already forgotten his question.
"Do you?"
"Do I what?" I gasped out as his hand traveled down from my neck to my navel as he asked the question again.
"Do you want me to stop?" I bit my lip. My mind wouldn't let me focus on anything except for where his hands were and what I was feeling.
"No." Instead of saying the word, it came out more of as a moan form deep within. As soon as I had said no, he kissed me hard on the lips again. His tongue lightly traced my bottom lip and my lips parted to give him access. His tongue explored its way through my mouth. My hands moved to his shoulders to pull him closer. My right hand had moved to the back of his neck, and wrapped my fingers in his thick silky hair.
In the back of my mind I heard something. I realized it was my dress's zipper. The zipper was making its way slowly down. I shouldn't be doing this, but it felt right. When I broke away from his kisses to breathe, I realized that my dress was already half way unzipped. His lips went to my neck and kept absent-mindedly lowering the dress's zipper. The zipper was dangerously low.
"Carson"
"Yes?" He sounded breathless.
"Stop . . . please." I needed this to stop before it went too far.
"Do you really want me to?" He ran his pointer finger all the way down my spine, making me writhe against him. His tongue lightly traced my collarbone form one side to the other. His lips moved to my throat, and kissed right above my racing pulse. A moan escaped from my mouth. He is making it so hard to say yes.
Only then did I know that my leg had wound its way around his. I unhooked my leg from his in hope to stop whatever was making me warm all over from a single touch. I also ran my hands down his chest. It took all my will power to push him gently away, which was less than an inch. His eyes searched mine for an answer as to why I was pushing him away . . . again. I looked into his bright lit eyes and made my explanation.
"I'm just not ready right now." I'm still trying to control my breathing. I pull the zipper up as far as I can. I escape his arms and walk off toward my dresser which contains my pajamas. Carson walks up behind me and unzips my dress half-way. He then kisses my shoulder. He ran his tongue along my shoulder blade.
"Mmmmm . . . . you taste delicious." I turn around and lock my arms around his neck as I kissed him hard. I backed away and ultimately turned to go into the bathroom to change my clothes.
I come out with my hair in a ponytail, with shorts, and a tee. Carson was lying on my bed with his shirt off. I've seen plenty of gorgeous guys without their shirts on, but no one like Carson. None of them had affected me like he was doing just now. My breathing has quickened as well as my heartbeat. His skin looked as if he had spent days in the sun, yet had not been burnt by the sun's unforgiving rays. His muscles made him look sculpted to perfection. My gaze moved up to his face. His lips were curled into a smile.
"You look cute."
"Was that a compliment or a sarcastic comment?"
"A compliment." His lips curled up as he said this. I stood there, not knowing what else to do.
"Are you going to come over here or am I going to have to come get you?" Hmmmm. That may not be a bad thing. My raw emotions were making me exhausted. I tried to move my body, but it didn't want to listen, so I just stood there. The voice inside my head was telling me to go over there, but my muscles wouldn't listen. My breathing was becoming more controlled. My pulse was still beating wildly.
"I see I'm going to have to come get you." He got up and made his way over to me. I really need to monitor my breathing habits because my breathing became more rapid as he got closer. He got so close his nose touched mine. This slight touch sent an electric shock through my body. My lips parted. I could feel his warm breath blow in my face. His hands wrapped around my wrists, and moved to my palms and intertwined our fingers. Heat is radiating from his body. He feels like a space heater, as if a single touch would burn me to my core.
His lips moved to mine and lingered there for a moment. My eyelids slid closed as he kissed me. He pulled away and picked me up. I was surprised at how effortlessly he picked me up. My arms instinctively moved up to wined around his bare shoulders. I'm so exhausted. My head felt so heavy and slumped to his neck. He gently put me down on my bed and moved the covers up over me to my shoulders. I felt him get in beside me and put an arm around my waist. I fell asleep with his protective arms around me.
Though he was beside me all night I woke alone. I sat up. At first I thought I had dreamt it all, but then I saw Carson's shirt on the couch. Why would he leave his shirt behind . . . unless he didn't leave the house? I lay back and close my eyes. I felt something shift in the air. I kept the illusion of my sleep-full state. I heard the swift caress of drapes blow across the floor. A sound I knew all too well.
At first I thought it was Carson, but instead of the comfortable and safe feeling I have when Carson is near, this feels like carnage, revenge, and blood-thirsty. My body tenses to this feeling and I open my eyes. A cloth came over my face and it smelled sweet. I stopped my breathing momentarily. I reached up to hit the guy in the face, but I missed. I kept trying. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. I remember reading something about a substance like this only it was a liquid. Chloro . . . something . . . phyll . . . no that's in plants. . . form. That's it. Chloroform. I can't hold my breath any longer. I started to get a headache, and then dizzy, my eyelids are too heavy to keep open. My limbs are tired and I close my eyes. All too soon I am knocked out by it.
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