I just started stripping off my clothes to get into this huge bubble bath, when I hear a woman moaning from the other side of the door. I then heard "Shit. Fucking fuckers!" and the sounds of cartoons began coming through. Ahh! It was on the tv. Not another actual woman. Thank God for that.
I seep myself into the hot bath, and lay back until only my head is above the bubbles. I close my eyes and immediately start thinking about the kiss that Tyson planted on me at the diner. Although I know that it was staged for Jacob's benefit, and it was just a peck, I would definitely not be opposed to him kissing me again.
My mind drifts off to the times I have seen Tyson without a shirt. I find myself wanting to run my tongue over each of his tattoos and muscles...some are one in the same. I can still feel how his hands gripped my hips when he lifted me in and out of his truck, and my core starts emitting heat. My body tingles when he is close enough that I can feel his breath on my skin. I reach my hand down and brush my clit with the tips of my fingers, causing my hips to buck enough that the water sloshes a bit. I know I should stop, but I need to feel the release that my body is begging for, even if it is wrong for me to even want to. I know he will never touch me like this, so I have to handle it myself with thoughts of him. I start rubbing circles over my now throbbing center. I speed my motions, bringing myself to a small climax. God, I hope he didn't hear anything because I'm pretty sure that a moan escaped my mouth just now. I can hear the cartoons playing on the tv in the bedroom, but I need to be sure.
I get out of the tub, draining the water, then I rinse the tub out. I dry off, realizing that I have no clean clothes to change into. I tip-toe to the door, and nervously open it. I can see the subject of my fantasies sitting on the couch watching tv. The bed is situated between me and where he is sitting. I walk slowly towards the foot of the bed, clinging to the oversized towel for dear life.
I clear my throat to get his attention. He looks up at me, and I see the glistening in his eyes as he looks at me from head to toe. He clears his own throat, "Jesus fucking Christ!" he whispers, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. I can see now that my appearance is disgusting him. I'm such a loser.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have any clean clothes to put on. I'm sorry. I'll just go stay in the bathroom, if you could maybe call Milly and ask her if she can bring me some clothes." I say, as I start to make my way back to the bathroom.
I'm almost to the bathroom doorway, when I feel two hands slide around my waist, stopping me in my tracks. I feel his breath getting hotter on my shoulder. I close my eyes, anticipating the moment he tells me how repulsed he is by me. I feel his hands slide down to my hips, giving them a squeeze.
Placing his mouth on my shoulder, he says so softly, "There is nothing about you that I find disgusting. It's quite the opposite really. If you only knew just how badly I want to take that towel off of you...you would never have a doubt about the effect you have on me." He places another open-mouth kiss on my shoulder, sucking a little.
Trying hard not to let my signs of sexual arousal show, but I fail miserably. I spin in place so I can face him. I slide my hands up his arms. Holy shit, they feel like concrete under my fingers. I can see his eyes close and my hands glide to either side of his face.
"Will you look at me? Please, Tyson?" I ask, hoping he doesn't push me away.
He opens his eyes, and zeros in on mine. "I could get lost in your eyes." he whispers, running circles on my hips with his thumbs. He never takes his eyes off of mine. I see him glide his tongue over his bottom lip, and I wish it were on mine.
"Then let's get lost together." I plead, because having him touch me is all that I can think about right now, forgetting about everything in my past and only focusing on being in this moment. "I need to feel that I'm wanted and needed."
He leans down, placing a kiss on my lips. If Heaven exists...Tyson's kisses are what it must be made of. His silky tongue swipes across my lips, causing them to part. We allow our tongues to dance softly, and I'm loving it. Even if he doesn't love me or even like me, at least he is showing me kindness that I've never gotten before.
I can feel our bodies move, and before I can realize it, he is scooping me up and laying me on the bed. Our lips still locke. I run my hands all over his chest and stomach, thinking just how amazing he would feel without any clothes on. I tug the hem of his shirt and, when he doesn't object, I start pulling it up so it can be removed.
He pulls away from me, but still hovering over me. "Do you know what you are doing to me, Heather?" I can tell he is trying really hard to be calm. "We need to stop." and with that, he pulls off of the bed and goes into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. What the hell? Okay. I guess I am as awful as I think. I know that I'm not as pretty as that girl I saw him with a few days ago, but I'm a good person and that should count for something.
I hear the shower turn on, so I wrap myself up a little tighter into my towel. Suddenly, this room feels cold and lonely, void of the heat of Tyson. I decide that it is best for me to sleep on the couch and let him have the bed. I grab a pillow from the bed, and the blanket that is folded on the back of the sofa. I situated myself under the blanket, hoping like Hell that my towel doesn't come off in my sleep. I close my eyes, wishing that I didn't have to be such a burden on people, and let my exhaustion take over .