The L Word (Lust or Love)

Chapter Eight

Jonathan started to kissed Siara's lip in rough way with his harsh grip on her waist. She felt the pain on her skin even though there was a fabric between her skin and his nails. But whatever pain she felt, there was too a hint of pleasure she absorbed in their kiss. He nipped her bottom lip, force his tongue inside her mouth. His tongue explored her mouth rough, made Siara whimpered. Her knees felt weak because she already gave in to his demanding kisses. As he could read Siara's mind, he tighten his grip and pushed her to the couch, never once broke their kiss.

Her back was lay on the couch as his big body pressed to her chest. Her hand began make its way to his hair, tug it lightly. Her act received a satisfy groaned from him. Indicated that he liked it very much. Their tongue began to battle for dominance. But Siara know better that she never win. In fact she likes it when Jonathan was dominate over her. She may be innocent to his eyes, but she know well her body was complied to any rough foreplay and s*x with Jonathan.

His hand began unbuttoning her light blue blouse, wanted to felt her bare chest. As he made his hand way down to the end of the blouse, so does his kiss. He kissed her chin, her jaw, her soft neck and further down to the top of her breast. She moaned as Jonathan cupped both of her breast and still kissed it with her bra on it.

"Jonathan." She whispered seductively.

Her soft tone made him jerked from what he was doing, made she gasped. Her face showed confusing by his sudden stop. Siara just stared to his face. His face formed a surprise emotion but still his eyes dilated with lust. Did she did something wrong? She didn't know.

"Is it something wrong?" She asked.

He stared at her briefly before answering, "Yes."

"What is it?"

Both of them still tried to catch their ragged breath. Their chest fell and rose from the hot and intense made out. He began to sit and so does her.

"I didn't plan this." He mumbled in low tone.

"What?" She confused now.

He looked away for a bit then back to her face. Then he saw her blouse opened wide, revealed her blue lacey bra and flat stomach. Her skin looked tempted in his eyes, but he doesn't want this, at least not now. Not until he gave her a decent dinner and mood. His hand began to buttoning again her blouse but left the very top of it. Still revealing a bit more of her cleavage but that's enough for him to took down his aroused feeling.

"You rejected me."

He heard her mumbles that sentences. His eyes then snap to her face quickly.

"No, Siara. Never." He replied.

Her eyes turned glossy now, "Then why you stop?"

"Because I want to take you to dinner first then s*x later." Jonathan green eyes piercing to Siara's brown glossy eyes. Her eyes widened at his answer.

"Um, what?"

"You're not just a piece of something that I would only using you for s*x. I still respect you, Siara. I do lust for you. I can't keep my hands off from you, but you're not just a piece a meat for me. Always remember that." He stated.

Siara just stay there, silent. She doesn't say a word to him. Her mind felt numb by his statement. She always thought that what has been she was to him. But the way he said it, it held so much more. Siara couldn't help but smiled to him. The heavy tension between them soon fade and replaced by laughter coming out from their mouth. Jonathan got up from the couch and extended his hand to Siara.

"Have a date dinner with me?" He asked.

She giggled by his question. "Of course, I'm free for a while."

He raised his eyebrow, "Just for a while?"

She accepted his hand, "Yeah, because there's this guy, his name is Mr. Xavier and he's a bit possessive of me."

"Is that so?" He smirked as he guide her to the kitchen room.

She nodded her head, "You have to return me back before he know I was missing with you."

"Well, in that case, we better make the best of it, don't we?" He felt amused by her play.

"Of course. What's for dinner?"

"You like Italian?"

"Yeah, you already bought it?" Siara felt excited.

"One thing you should know, my goddess," He opened a chair in the dining table, gesture it to her to took her seat, "is I'm the one who's cooking in here."

Siara's eyes widened, "You can cook?"

He casted a small smile, made Siara's heart flutter by the sight. Even with small smile he still looked incredibly handsome. "There's a lot of thing you don't know about me, Siara."

"Well gladly, I'm staying to find out." She picked up a strawberry as Jonathan offered it.

Jonathan began to take out all the ingredients he need for dinner from kitchen cabinet and refrigerator. By the looks of it, Siara knew he wanted to cook pasta for dinner. This was the first time she had a man cooked for her. All this time with her countless ex, it's always her who does the cooking. As Jonathan began to poured all the ingredients for sauce in the pan, Siara couldn't help but to admired his muscles.

Every move he made, his back muscles and his abs would reflex. Each line of his body, she wanted to touched it. Her eyes never left him. She really appreciated his good looking body. She felt her core throbbed, wanting him inside of her. With Jonathan, she became more craved about having s*x with him. And now, he was here. In front of her, after two months without his touch, she really wanted to spend this very night with him. Then Siara remembered one thing she wanted to ask for.

"Jonathan?" She called him.

"Yes?" He complied while pouring the sauce to the pasta.

"Why do you made partner with Brentley company?" She asked, "As far as I know, we're in different division of business. You with property and Brentley's with flight business."

Jonathan just silence for a few minutes as he prepared the dinner for both of them. Then he took a sit across from her, still looking at his pasta. When he averted his eyes to her face, her breath hitched. The way he saw her, it looks like she just made a wrong question.

"I wanted to see you again, that's why I'm partnering with Brentley's." was his answered.