Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) (19 page)

“Where is the nail and hammer?” She moved around me, retrieving the things I needed. She talked constantly about the picture and where she got it. Her voice rattled on and on, and I was developing a headache right in the temple. I hung the picture and left as soon as I did it. She was still trying to make it straight. I was no handyman, and her attempt to get me into her room was a desperate one.

I knocked on Katarina’s door and heard her voice on the other side. I opened it slowly, and laughed at the sight of Bo blocking my way. He must have seen the locks too.

“Outta my way, mutt.” I pushed my way in and took a moment to drink in my beautiful princess. Her dress was shiny and blue, and looked way too little to be a dress. I attempted a compliment, but fell short. I would have to work on that. I glanced at the bed, pulling my eyes from her sexy body, and spotted two small bags on the bed. I needed more time with her. I helped her pack more clothes in a bigger suitcase. I got everything, actually, even the hangers. I kept thinking I was running out of time. She just watched me and made her sassy comments about my high hopes. Of course, I had high hopes. I was in her space and she was completely relaxed. In my house, I could have the control I needed to be completely relaxed.

I left her apartment with the big suitcase in my hand and walked down the stairs. I let Katarina say goodbye to her friend, hopefully for forever. Bo stayed with her just to freak Heather out, which made me laugh as I reached my Jeep. I loaded her suitcase in and took a seat, waiting for her to come out.

I was stunned at this girl’s trust in me. Over and over she came to me, trusted in me, and I wanted to be that person she ran to. She deserved the best. I knew I had a dark side that craved certain things, but for her I could change; I could be normal. She exited the gate with Bo at her side. I hopped out, and like a diabetic drawn to sugar, I couldn’t get to her fast enough, taking the bags from her hands. I gave Bo some ‘that a boys’ and a treat to show him my appreciation. She called me on it, and I thought quickly about how to show her the same kind of appreciation. I made a speedy maneuver around her car as she clicked the button for the trunk to open, and I dropped her bags inside. Then stalked slowly, trying to ease the rush that I was in. I made it to the driver’s side door, contemplating my next move.
She’s sweet and tender
, I reminded myself. She needed a kind and gentle touch. I took a deep breath. I knew what I needed to do, but I was stalling. Kissing—for me—held emotion. It wasn’t about getting off, or getting someone else off; it was a romantic gesture, and the joining of bodies for no other reason than comfort and affection. She grew impatient with waiting and moved to open the door, but I wouldn’t budge. I liked the fact that she never pressured me to be someone I wasn’t. She didn’t expect me to hold her hand and kiss her, but part of me wanted that connection with her.

I pressed her against the car, knowing I had to make a move quickly before I changed my mind. I watched her with my rough movements, trying to gauge her reaction. She had none. She just looked at me without expectation with the most beautiful blue eyes. I watched her lips for a brief moment, then slid my hand up her arm to move the hair away from her face. I gazed in her hopeful eyes again, and she readied herself by lifting her chin and closing her eyes. I wanted to praise her for her patience, her willingness to let me take my time.
This is going to be tender
, I reminded myself,
and gentle
. I slid my hand to her cheek, and then to the back of her hair to hold her mouth to mine. I brushed
my lips slowly against hers, breathing her in, my tongue dying to get a taste of her. I couldn’t wait any longer; my tongue slowly slid out and pushed against her lips. She moaned when I entered her mouth, and it was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. She let me take control of the kiss, never rushing me or forcing more. She ran her innocent fingers up my arms and around my neck. It felt like a soft caress everywhere she touched me. Something broke in her, and her patience was gone. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and although we had been kissing for minutes, the second she did it, the kiss turned from hot to blazing in that one second. She wanted me. Her hot tongue was extremely wet, and she tasted of cinnamon. She definitely knew how to kiss. I pulled away at that thought. I wanted her to only have the experiences I gave her, and the thought that she was this good at kissing was driving me crazy with jealously, which was insane, but true.

My breathing was labored, but I wanted her to know how much I appreciated what she did. “Thank you for sticking up for me inside. It did things to me…I can’t explain.” I was generally not the person people stuck up for, and it was nice for a change to have someone so special want to protect me.

We went to the grocery store after we left her apartment, and she talked with a gay guy-friend that worked at her grandfather’s charity as I shopped. She told me she had him reserve a table for my family at an upcoming charity event that she would be attending, which caused the familiar pain in my chest, another piece of ice chipping away.

Chapter Twelve

When we arrived at my house her car trailing mine down the long driveway, she helped me carry the groceries into the kitchen. After putting most of the cold food away, I noticed she was gone. I moved double-time to the front of the house, thoughts of her already fleeing me bombarding my brain. She was to the right of my front door sitting in the country porch swing. I observed her for a moment, not sure if I should approach her, or give her space. My body moved on its own, I couldn’t stand it. I was drawn to her.

I took a seat next to her as casually as I could. “Are you tired?” I slipped my arm over her shoulders around her neck, and she leaned into me. The movement felt like the most natural thing. I was doing okay with it until she leaned her head back, and I looked right down her dress, seeing her very shapely breasts. I was instantly in pain. I needed relief or I wasn’t going to make it another minute. I moved to get up, and she sat straight up and quickly turned swinging her thigh around me to straddle my legs. I almost came undone at that swift movement. She immediately rested her head on my chest. She was comforting me and it felt great. My heart swelled, followed by a slight dull pain throughout my entire body. At first, I was awkward with this kind of contact, not sure what to do with my hands, and the more she settled in, the more I let my hands fall, touching her hair first. The silky strands fell between my fingers, and then I lowered them further down her body, the tight material of the dress spreading heat to my hand as I traced lazy circles on her back. I let her hold on to me, so she could feel my heat in my arms
and chest, even as the strong ache between my legs grew to a throbbing, uncomfortable beat. I did okay until I heard her heavy breathing. She fell asleep on me, and again, my heart hurt.
How can she be so intoxicating just sleeping in my arms?
I whispered a thank you into her ear for the trust she gave me. It was the final spark, the one that made me content and extremely uncomfortable all at once. I moved her off of me and she stirred, waking up with a dreamy smile. I moved stiffly, trying to act like I wasn’t the horniest man on the planet. I rolled my head on my shoulders, taming the beast inside and repeated, “Gentle and kind.”

“Did I hurt you?” Her eyebrows drew together, and she sounded so concerned. The only way she could hurt me is if she left.

“Not intentionally.” I gave her my best smile, trying to ease her mind, but I knew it was a pitiful one. I moved to get around her, and unzipped my pants before walking upstairs.

I started the shower and shed my clothes, getting the first signs of relief. I stepped inside and grabbed the soap. My hand slid over my cock very gently. I saw her face everywhere when I closed my eyes, her eyes so focused on me. I steadied those eyes in my mind, my head buried in the shower’s stream, and I stroked myself slowly. My mind flashed to the dress that she was wearing, the vision of her perfect, untouched breasts, and I began stroking faster. It didn’t take long before I heard my foreign voice screaming curse words, and my final release took over. I finished my shower thinking I should probably masturbate one more time, knowing I might not get the chance for a while.

I got out and dressed quickly in some loose lounge pants and a light sweatshirt, and made my way downstairs. I stopped before I made it to the kitchen, and just watched her. She was a thing of beauty. She moved from the stove to the island, cutting vegetables and stirring meat. She was very domesticated in her tiny dress, and it was like porn to me. I felt the familiar stirring from beneath my sleep pants and took a deep breath. She was provoking these feelings in me, and I didn’t have any control over them. I found it frustrating. I moved into the kitchen, giving her my panty-dropping smile, which was only reserved for her. She flushed and turned away, stumbling in the process. I went out to the garage and fed Bo, and once again, I tried to gather my fragile control.

I padded back into the kitchen, and the food smelled wonderful all at once. I was hungry, really hungry.

“So, chicken it is.” I caught a glance of her smile, and I knew I was on her mind, in her mind.

“No, I made tacos with ground beef.” I was glancing at her butterfly hair clips, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw her tongue lash out. Damn, it was sassy and sexy, and I lost my voice.

“I can eat things other than chicken. I just prefer not to.” She was such a snob and I loved it. I would have to comment on it later, but right now she held my dick in her hands, metaphorically.

I watched her make her plate, making sure she got everything she wanted, and then I dove in, creating monster tacos layered with cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and salsa. She fixed homemade salsa,
frickin amazing
. My princess had her hidden talents. I sat next to her at the counter and rested my thigh next to hers, which was almost bare. Shit, I wanted to slide my hands up her bare thighs and find the hidden treasure that lay between them.

“You look nice tonight. I promise to take you out again, and I would enjoy it if you wore that dress.” I wanted to inform her that was a real compliment from me, but I didn’t.

“I only dressed up for you. I really don’t care where you take me. I notice women see you and nearly fall over themselves to get your attention, and I feel honored you want to spend time with me. I want you to feel that way about me.”
She felt honored?
I was the honored one. Was she insecure of other women around me? I would have to fix that.

“I mean,” she stopped and waved her delicate fingers over her dress, “this old thing?” I reached around her, pulling her close to me because it was my turn to comfort her, and I wanted to badly. She leaned into me, and I got a ball-aching smell of her hair and put a kiss in that spot, wondering if she tasted as good as she smelled.

“Thank you,” was all I could say, and again, those words I wanted to tell her never escaped from my lips, and that me saying ‘thank you’ was the highest form of a compliment.

People in my life did things because
they
wanted to, or because I convinced them that they wanted to, but Katarina did things without
thought. It was a selfless act meant to make me feel valuable to her, cherished. My heart began its ache, and I had a hard time breathing. I whispered a small thanks to God, to the universe, to angels that watched over me, and anyone who was listening. This girl was a gift, and it was not going to go unnoticed. I watched her ease down off the tall stool and begin cleaning up. She had a system, so I followed her lead. She looked up occasionally with a huge grin on her face, and it was always unexpected. She was going to give me a heart attack by the end of the night. My heart and my manhood were neck-and-neck in the race to give out, due to the throbbing pain. She was in no hurry to go to bed, so I leaned against the counter and watched her until the kitchen was cleaner than when we started.

I trailed behind her up the stairs, watching her thighs rub together. The dark, creamy color of her skin was perfectly flawless, and again, my hand itched to touch it and run my fingertips over every inch. I wonder what noises she made when she came.
Ah shit
. We reached her door and I had the urge for another shower. I said a brief goodnight and asked her not to leave without waking me. It was more like begging her not to, but I was still lacking my control, so I had to use other tactics.