The sound made me jump.
When I pulled away though, he leaned into me, bringing his face back down to mine. His fingers clutched my back, pulling me against him even as he caressed my face, kissing my mouth. I heard him gasping lightly when he paused that time, and when I looked up, his hand caught in my hair. He kissed my mouth harder that time, and more like he had in the bar, using his tongue. He leaned his weight harder when I kissed him back. After a few seconds I felt that pain thing in my chest, like I had before.
When it worsened, he let out another groan, startling me.
I was going back into that mindless space, like I had before. I forgot Jaden, where we were, what I was even doing with this guy, the crazy story he'd told me about who he was...his fake name. I found myself trying to slide my hands under his shirt, but he caught hold of my wrists, pinning me to the armrest and the back of the couch.
He kissed me again, harder, pressing his weight into me deliberately.
I could feel it then. I have no idea how, I didn't hear him speak...whatever he'd conveyed, he'd done it some other way. It wasn't just a desire for sex, although that was there, too. He wanted to have sex with me, specifically...he'd wanted it for awhile. He wanted it badly enough that when I felt it on him again, his hands tightened until they nearly hurt...right before he pressed his weight into mine again, gasping. He brought my hand down to his belt. He didn't let me touch him, but I realized he was hard, that he wanted me to touch him there, too, badly enough that his hand tightened painfully around mine, holding me off him.
After a few more seconds of that, I found myself gasping with him, trying to get free of his hold. He groaned louder when I pressed up against him. We were lying prone on the couch then, and he kissed me again, arching his body into mine, and it crossed my mind that he'd been lying before, that we were really going to have sex...
At the thought, he raised his head.
His face tightened as he looked at me. I watched his eyes close, longer than a blink. When he opened them again, his expression looked pained. I felt it in my chest somehow, deepening into that nausea as he continued to stare down at me.
"No." He met my gaze, shaking his head. "No, Allie," he said, adamant.