Chapter 37

He leaned back and threw his feet up on the coffee table, his eyes more on the girl beside him than the TV. Damn if she wasn't something. Most girls would have been begging, or screaming, and some even going above board to explain just why he should go ahead and be with them. Not Shannon though. She'd leaned back and gotten engrossed in the goddamned TV and started ignoring him.

That was bad enough, but then she twisted, plopped her feet into his lap wiggled them to get comfortable and popped that fuckin' sucker in her mouth. She was gonna kill him and damned if she wasn't totally oblivious to it.

Shannon laughed as Eddie Murphy cracked yet another joke on SNL then chanced a glance Jon’s way. Damn he was almost scowling at her. What had she done? He was the one who pretty much called whatever it was they had started off not her so why was he the one scowling??? "What??" she asked as she popped the sucker out of her mouth, a perplexed look playing over her features

His eyes traveled to her lips to the sucker then down to her feet, feet whose toes kept curling into his lap. "You're not helping you know this right?"

"Not helping what?" she shook her head at him completely confused about his strange behavior "I'm watching TV... you need me to turn it up or somethin'?"

She saw him eyeing the sucker. "What.. you want one?? grab one."

His hand shot out, grabbed hers and pulled her in before placing her hand directly over the way too tight jeans that bulged. "If I didn't fuckin' know better I'd swear you were doing it deliberately you little minx."

Her eyes damn near came out of their sockets. He moved so damn fast like a viper; swoosh he had her and she was against his side, her hand in the place he said earlier he didn't want it. She closed her eyes as his scent overwhelmed her again. "I don't know what you want from me. You said, you said we can’t........"She slipped her hand from under his, but left it resting on his thigh, "you’re a god damn confusing fucking man." She raised her voice just the slightest as she opened her eyes again and pegged him with a curious yet glittering stare

He groaned. "You didn't LISTEN to me Lil Bit. Let me make it clear. One, I do WANT you. I want to fuck you silly. 2- Your a virgin, I can't do what I want and just leave you, got to get to KNOW you first. 3- If you keep rubbing those feet in my lap I'm going to forget my good intentions and fuck you. So stop tempting Jonny ok?"

The slightest bit of the Daniel’s temper flared in her and she bit back the urge to slap him silly. She sighed and stood walked a few paces away and ran her hands thru her curls before crossing her arms and turning back to him."Ok lemme get this straight,.... you like me.. wanna fuck me... can’t cause I’m a virgin and you cant make no promises; but yet ya wanna get to know me...." Her words trailed off as she thought for a moment. “Ok lemme me lay it out nice and simple for you mmmkay? 1. I wanna fuck you silly too 2. I ain’t gonna stay a virgin forever, promises or not. I'm a woman and I got needs just like you and every other man out there so, 3. If you want it... it's yours for the taking but I'll be god damn if I beg you for it I got just a little too much pride to be one of your simpering little groupies just giving you a yes sir to make ya happy got it??"
He stood, and raked an exasperated gaze over her delicious body. Striding towards her he yanked her in close. 'What part of I don’t want you to be Just a fuck are you having problems with precious?"

She leaned away from him to look him directly in his eyes. "What part of I don't need promises do YOU have such a problem with? The futures the future, You can plan a lot of things but passion is not one of them Mr. Smarty Pants!"

His hands tightened on her arms as he reeled her in, closer and closer until he felt her breath on his lips. "So you want passion huh? No feelings, No promises, just got old fashioned sex and passion? Just a body to be fucked and scored, here then gone. Lose that cherry so you can move on?" His lips slid over hers and he lost himself in her taste, in the feel of her body pressing closer. He could do passion, even if it killed him.

She let herself melt into him, fighting the hollowness his words made her feel. Wasn't that what he did? Out there on the road? Just take it and move on? Why did it sound so damn crude when applied to her. She wasn't like that! Why didn't he understand? His lips were torturing her, the heat of his body so close was what she'd been craving since even before dinner but now.... now she fought with herself. God damn tears threatening yet again. Why... in the last few days, she, a girl who NEVER shed a tear, even at her own mother's funeral was once again fighting tears... unfucking believable!! "No, No, no, " she murmured into his kiss, "that’s not...I don't.." She tore her lips from his and pressed her forehead to his chest breathing deeply in frustration.

He held her tight brushing his lips over her hair. "It’s what you said you wanted. Passion. Passion comes with a price." His hands slid over her back then along her ass slowly. "I can make you feel good, the body will respond and you'll enjoy it, so will I." he groaned and continued, "But when emotion gets involved, it’s that much better, that’s what I wanted for you."

For the third time in as many days she sucked her emotions back in and for a moment let him hold her. She couldn't tell him that her emotions were already involved. He'd run like crazy. She backed away slowly "I think maybe you should um go." She sighed, "If you stay I, you, WE will probably do something we both regret." She whispered quietly, every word feeling like a punch to the gut.

His shoulders tightened at the hurt in her voice, and got it, at least in part. She fancied that she already cared. Maybe it was because he'd been the one there while her sister was going nuts, maybe it was the shine of him being famous, or maybe she just liked the guy. he wasn’t sure, but he was sure of that hurt sounding voice.

Pulling her closer again he shook his head. "Not going anywhere Lil. Bit."

Oh damn him to hell why was he so... confounding.....confusing "Jon.....I," her shoulders shook with the effort to control her raging emotions. "I don't trust MYSELF if," her breath came out ragged as the emotions took over "If you stay so .. please."

His lips touched down on hers again. "You already have feeling's dontcha?"