Out Of Reasons

Gemma stood by the door watching Miguel as he did the dishes that night after their dinner. They had dinner late because Miguel had gone out to run some errands and he came back late.

Gemma doesn't know where he went because he wouldn't tell her when she asked him.

"When do you plan on contacting my father? It's been a day already," She asked him.

"Soon. After the meeting," Miguel replied.

"What meeting?"

"Your father is currently meeting with my father. That meeting is going to go south."

"Why do you think so? And how do you know about this?" Gemma asked.

Miguel dried his hands with a napkin and turned to face Gemma. Even though the weather was cold he still chose to walk around the cabin shirtless.

Gemma thinks he is doing it on purpose to stir her feelings.

He was trying to seduce her to make her fall for him, but she wasn't going to allow it, she won't allow herself to fall for him.

"I know the meeting will go South because your father is going to demand to see you before he will agree to hand over half of the North trade line to my father. And if your father doesn't see you, he will suspect a foul play and all hell is bound to be let loose." Miguel had a satisfactory smile on his face.

Gemma crossed her arms across her chest. "So what does this mean?"

"We will wait, and then I will contact your father to let him know that I have you."

"I see," Gemma said. "How do you know this? About the meeting I mean?"

"I have my way," Miguel said with a sly smile.

"Does that mean you will be contacting my father tomorrow?"

"It all depends."

"On what?"

Miguel leaned off the sink and started walking towards her.

"On a lot of things." He came and stood in front of her.

"We will have to wait and see what comes out of this meeting of theirs."

"Time is something that I have. I need to go back to my family," Gemma said.

Miguel chuckled as he brought his head close to hers. "Tired of my ass already?"

He was so close that Gemma could not concentrate on what she wanted to say next. She can't even seem to remember what it is that she wanted to say to him.

Miguel brought his lip to her ear and whispered, "patience, soon you will be back with your family."

Gemma closed her eyes when she felt his hand slowly creep under her oversized shirt.

She is supposed to fight him off, but she seemed to lack the strength to do so. She has been fighting him off for days and she no longer had the strength to do so.

If she was being truthful to herself, she wanted this, she has been dreaming about her first night with Miguel and fantasizing about how it will feel to have him do those things to her again.

A soft moan escaped her lips when Miguel palmed her left breast and gently massaged it.

Miguel brought his lips to hers and slowly kissed her. He tasted of the peppermint tea he just had. She pressed a hand on his chest, she pushed the other one through his hair.

Miguel groaned into their kiss when she pulled his hair.

Miguel tugged her lower lip with his teeth, teasing her. Then he dropped his head to the side of her neck and started dropping soft kisses on every inch of her skin.

When he raised his head to look at her Gemma was watching him.

He held her gaze for a moment before he placed his hands under her shirt and pulled it over her head.

Gemma sucked in a breath when she felt his lips on her nipples. Miguel had one of his hands around her neck and the other was on her back circling and caressing her soft skin as he teased her nipple with his teeth and tongue.

Gemma yelped when Miguel hurled her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bed. His lips were still on her breast sucking and teasing with his teeth.

Miguel gently placed her on the soft mattress. He knelt over her, his eyes softly caressing every part of her body.

He was no longer touching her but Gemma could still feel his hands on every inch of her skin.

Miguel's eyes came to hers and he said, "tell me you want this. Tell me you want it just as I want it."

It was as if his question made Gemma come back to her senses. And in response, Gemma pushed his chest. "Get off me!" Her voice came out harsh.

Miguel was taken aback, he did not expect her to say that.

He slowly got off her and Gemma scrambled out of bed in search of her shirt where he must have tossed it.

She picked it up from the floor and wore it.

Miguel was on the bed watching her. She came back to the bed and lay down.

"Are you all right?" He asked her in a calm voice.

"If you are asking if I'm all right because I didn't fall for your charms, then yes I'm all right."

Miguel chuckled. "Very well then, goodnight." he laid down on the bed and pulled the blanket over Gemma and himself.

After a while, Gemma turned to face him and they were both staring at each other.

"I hate you," she said.

"I know, we can hate fuck each other," Miguel replied. He brought his fingers to under her chin and gently caressed it.

"I don't trust you either." Gemma said.

Miguel smiled, he could see that she was trying to give herself reasons to back away from what they were about to do, but it seems she was running out of reasons.

"You don't have to bother about trusting me because I will be the one doing the thrusting," he said. (pun intended)

With that said Miguel covered her lips with his.