| They're clothes were off in a matter of minutes once inside her home. Neither one meant for it to progress to this, but the car ride had been intoxicating, silence layering the air, sexual electricity flowing along beneath it. They had stumbled up the front steps, kissing and caressing, barely coming up for a breath as she struggled to unlock the door. Lance was right behind her, his arms wrapped around her, pressing himself to her in frantic need. Usually so good with self control, his urges overpowered him, and he gave into them. Stepping in to her foyer, she paused long enough to close and lock the door behind her before attacking his lips once more. They were so soft, and full, and she hadn't been with a man in, well, it seemed forever. Her body was on fire, a deep warmth spreading throughout her. Taking his hand, she backed up, leading him to her bedroom, not bothering to examine it for incriminating evidence before shoving him back on the bed. Lance gazed up at her, his pulse racing inside of him, his green eyes now darker with pure lust. This was out of his leaugue, and he tried to think about what he was doing, what he was risking by being with her. In the back of his mind, he hoped this wasn't just a one night stand, he prayed that maybe, just maybe, she would be more to him, and he to her. Her clothes stripped off, and she was on him, ripping at the buttons of his shirt. He heard them pop as they hit the floor with pent up sexual lust. "Wait, Mya," he gasped, pushing himself up on his elbows, staring woefully at the shredded shirt that hung in ruins. "I.." She bit her lower lip, gazing at him from underneath her eyelashes, her body ready, so willing to just take him. She'd meant to just take him home, get to know him better, in a most platonic way. But in the car, she'd studied him, capturing glances at stop signs and red lights. His face was glowing from the chill in the air, and the small dimple in his cheek appeared with each broad smile, melting her more and more. His hands were large, the fine smattering of hair along the side sending her into a tizzy with each small caress. And his eyes, the way he stared at her, it was as if he was searching her soul. Whatever this feeling was, she wanted it consummated, wanted to hold onto the magic, if only for one night. Gone was the dread of letting him know what she was, what she did, the fear of rejection. His eyes glowered with want for her, and that was good enough for her. "I don't want to wait Lance. We're adults. Let's just give into it." She straddled him, pinning his body to the mattress. Leaning over, she kissed his neck, pushing the torn shirt from his shoulders. His skin was so hot, firey with the same intense frenzy she felt inside. Gently, she nibbled on his collarbone, her fingers slipping down to unbutton his pants. "Mya, please." Lance begged for mercy. His deep voice wavered with regret, not wanting to stop, but wary of continuing. He couldn't ignore the ache in his gut, the throb between his legs. It was powerful, muddling his mind, making the room spin out of control. "Please." He ran his fingers over her bare skin, moaning at the softness, the silkiness of it. It had been so long for him as well, and he didn't want to rush it. She stared up at him, her eyes black in the darkness of the room. "What?" Lance closed his eyes, for a moment, and tried to slow his breathing. "I just don't want this to be a mistake." Mya sat up, pulling her body from his. The air cooled between them, and she frowned, hugging her arms to her chest, covering her nakedness. Tears burned in her eyes, and she couldn't determine if it was from the possiblity of rejection, or from the honesty that shined in his face. That was one thing she wasn't used to, a guy pulling away for honor. "I don't want to force you," she choked, climbing backwards off him, pushing the tears away angrily. "Christ, that's the last thing I want to do." "No, no. It's not that." Lance grabbed for her hand, sqeezing it. He was so damn bad at this. Hell, he should take her, right then, right there. But deep inside, he knew that they might regret it later on, if there was a later on. He hoped there would be so much more of her in his life. "God, Mya. I want you so bad!" He touched her hand to the buldge formed inside his jeans to prove it. "I just..." She withdrew her hand, unfamiliar emotions coursing through her blood, now cooled by the moment. "Whatever. It's okay." Her walls went up, and the hope she'd had at letting Lance in was gone. Her tone was icy, and she didn't see past the hurt she felt. Lance sighed, fearful he'd done too much damage. He knew very well he could have taken advantage of the situation, taking her easily, satisfying his needs and leaving. That was a route he'd traveled before, and he wanted more this time. A lot more. She was dressing and Lance could see the distraught in her eyes, now flat with annoyance. "You can see yourself out," she said coldly. "Mya, listen to me," he pleaded, begged. "I want you. Fuck. Just..." "I said, get out. It's better this way. You'll be gone, and I'll be here. It's better this way, Lance. Trust me." Her heart caught in her throat, making it impossible to continue. His face said it all, hurt, confusion, anger. Softening her expression, she nodded to him. "I want to stay," he explained, hopping off the bed. Mya watched him, bare chested and so damn sexy headed for her. She felt her resistance lowering, and when his strong arms circled her waist, pulling her in, she couldn't fight it. Instead, she rested her cheek against his collarbone, letting him hold her. "Let me stay," he begged. She nodded again, wondering what in the hell she was thinking. Sooner or later he'd know what she was, and hurt her in the worst way. If only she had the will power to make him go now, she would avoid all the pain later. But she was weak, he was strong. Mya felt his lips brush against her forehead and wanted him to care for her forever. Damn foolish, she knew, but a wish all the same. |