Promise Me to Please | Please Me #2

  A gasp caught in my throat as Knowles' mouth devoured mine. His hands held my face, one slipping inside my hair and tangling with the locks.

  I tried to push myself off the wall, but he gripped my hips and forced me back. A moan caught in my throat, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. God. My heart was pounding as my hands ran up his back and into his hair, pulling slightly to tilt back his head.

   "What are you doing?" I found it hard to catch my breath.

   "Kissing you. Isn't it obvious?" He smugly replied before capturing my lips back in his. His tongue gently caressed my own, not too much but just enough to make my head spin. My hands trailed from his back to his torso, my fingers pulling at the fabric of his vest to slip them under ever so slightly

  His breath hitched as I softly toyed my fingers across his lower abdomen, just the feeling of his bare skin made my body thrum. It was like a drug and I was finally getting my fix. I kept kissing him back, every movement growing more desperate and intense, and his hands cupped my face again, but I managed to pull away, panting.

   "You shouldn't be doing this." I told him.

  His chest was rising up and down at a rapid pace, "Why not?"

   "Because I just threw a drink in your face." one minute we were arguing, the next we wanted to rip each other's clothes off.

   "True." He admitted. "Oh well." He kissed me again and gripped my wrists in one hand, slamming them above my head. His kisses were intoxicating, every time a part of his body touched mine, fireworks full of tension and angst went off. And suddenly I was left with the fervid adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream.

  Yet the second I felt his grip loosen on my wrist, I broke them free and pushed him off. "I don't understand you." I confessed. He stared at me a little lost. "I just ruined your chance at picking up a gorgeous woman, I called you ugly and pathetic, and I threw my drink in your face. And now you're kissing me?"

  He remained silent for a moment, staring at the floor.

  I pressed my hands against his cheeks, "Talk to me." I begged.

   "Okay, yeah, so maybe I'm acting a little irrational." He let out a long breath, realising where I was coming from.

   "You said this break was about giving each other some self-respect and you're not doing that for yourself right now." I spoke.

  He stepped away and let out another deep breath.

  I fixed the halo on my head, "You flirted with another woman in front of me. Why the fuck am I kissing you?" I thought allowed. Yes what I did wasn't great but he stood there and let her talk shit to me. I could defend myself and I did, but the support would have been nice.

Instead it felt he had more interest in getting his dick wet.

   "I wasn't flirting." He argued.

   "Well, you weren't exactly stopping her flirting, were you?" I crossed my arms and leant back against the wall.

   "She wasn't flirting."

   "She asked you if you were a sexual person! Who on earth asks that?!" I exclaimed.

  He ran a hand over his face, "She was pretty tipsy."

   "Why are you defending her?!"

   "I'm not!" he raised his voice to match mine.

   "You are!"

   "Why do you care?!" he finally burst out.

  I tried to find a reply, but all words escaped me. I didn't know what to say. Knowles stood there, watching me, waiting for my answer. My eyes darted around the room because they couldn't meet his. What was I supposed to say? Eventually, I gave up and sighed. "Because... Because I was jealous." I confessed.