Chapter 47 - 113 Room

We walked on a hotel in the nearly, and as soon as he entered, the receptionist gave him a key without he even asked for it, he pulled my hand and walked on the second floor.

That gesture made me feel slightly annoyed by the fact he knew that hotel so well and I couldn't refrain my mind from thinking he probably had many women and he brought them there just like me.

It was something silly to be bothered about, wasn't it? Probably, since I also had men in my life and he literally stood in the middle of Carl and I arguining. He probably wasn't jealous and from his rules I figured out I shall not be jealous either.

He opened the door of the 113 room and as soon as we walked in, he twirled me around once again but this time my back was pushed on a empty room wall and we didn't have to worry about anyone finding us. My heart pulsed through my chest, so fast and speedy and the euphoria in my body provoked tons of shivers ran throught my spine.

Before I knew it he locked his lips on mine, his hand went on my hair and he gently pulled it.

The taste of him drove the negative feelings away and with a strong push he made me take few steps backward and then pinned me down the bed, our breathes shorted and his pupils dilatated, I kissed him passionately over and over until his taste became my favorite taste and his fragrance mixed with mine, dimming the room in a immersion of pleasure and love.

He took off his shirt revealing the breathtaking muscled figure, I gripped his back with my hands which looked so small compared to his huge silhoette. My heart started to spin and my mouth dried, my heartbeat echoed in my mind. His abdomen was so warm at my touch. I bent down and started to pepper soft kisses over his pectorals and the lower I went the more his muscles contracted making his lean figure popping out even more.

Our breathes syncronized but just when I was about to remove my shirt he opened his eyes, "wait," he whispered.

I widened my eyes and frowned, my heart didn't seem willing to stop beating so furiously in my chest.

"I am sorry..." I said, blushing shyly, "did I do something wrong?" I asked, I had never did it with another man than Carl in 7 years. Maybe he didn't like something in me, or I wasn't detached neough as I kissed him?

"You didn't do anything wrong," he said, kissing me one more time but this time very sweety, as if we had been married for a long time.

"I really like you, really really like you." He confessed, and I felt relieved.

But then why did he stop me?

"I had never liked any other woman as much as I like you." His voice tumbled out of his lips, his tone was shy almost like if what he was saying wasn't the best compliment he could give me.

"I want to do it different with you than the other girls, let's know each other better first." He continued, a kind smile curving his lips.

"We can follow my rules but I want to make what we have worth it because I had never feel this feeling in my guts and I want to honor it." His whisper so suave and he climbed closer to me to slowly put his shirt back on.

He kissed me again, sweetly, "do you agree with that?" He looked at me as he played with a stroke of my hair, he caressed my cheek, both our breaths now slowed down.

I nodded, "yes, I want to make it worth it too."

I was glad he stopped what we were doing because I also wanted to make our short relationship or friendship, whatever it was, special.

The sexual attraction between us was intense but at the same time we also had mental connection which was just as powerful.

"I had never slept with someone sharing the bed without doing anything with her." He broke the tensual between us by making a joke, or at least what I thought may be a joke. Because if not how was that even possible?

I shook my head and laughed but his facial expression remained serious, letting me erase the benefit of the doubt he may be serious.

"You always had those rules?" I asked, taken away from his statement.

"Yes. That's how I manage to keep the control over things and combine work and love together." He answered, but from the way his voice piqued and his sentence smoothy escaped from his lips, I got the impression he was saying something he had learnt by heart.

I wondered what was the reason behind all that control and the fear of getting too much involved in a relationship. Why was he so scared of love?

"So you have all your life in control?" I asked as I climbed up to lean closer to him.

I put my legs under the sheet and then pulled it up to cover myself.

"I do, and that's how I like it." He smiled.

I wished I had everything in control as well, I thought I had but figured out I didn't have anything under control.

A hair cascaded on his forehead and I smiled as I pulled it back, I continued to caress his forehead while I was enchanted staring at him.

"What if all in a sudden you lose the control of everything? Just like what happened to me?"

He shook his head and wrapping his hand around my neck, "that cannot happen. It's impossible." He smiled with a disarming confidence.

Maybe he was right, in fact he even stopped me only because he didn't have his control for the first time. Maybe our new agreement was wrong and would make me suffer even more than my last relationship but if it was like that then why something so potentially dangerous could make me feel so good?