The Bodyguard

Reckless move

"Are you satisfied?" she raised her brow, after her answer, and she knew if that damn table would not be among them, she would have kissed him already. "That is the answer, that you expected?" she hissed. "And yet, no man could able to give me what I really want," she added and stood up. Grabbed the bottle to put back to the kitchen cabinet, but Jon stood up and stood in front of her. He did not let her move away.
"You did not meet with ... the right man," he told straight to her face. The tension between them filled the room. 
"Really? And where can I find the right man? Who would it be? The right man for this? To satisfy my needs? Instead of you, because we both know you would never break your fucking rules." she teased him and her face was so close. Her scent, her lips... he felt how he loses his mind. She wanted to walk pass by him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, and at the next moment his lips finally met those amazing, full, and soft lips. He grabbed her by her waist, and they both heard how the glass falls to the floor and broke into pieces, but they didn't care. He almost ate her, and their tongues started that wild and passionate dance. He grabbed her and placed her to the table, crushed the cups from it. He was standing right between her legs, and she could feel his hard manhood through his pants. Pressed to her sex. Hardly. She moaned to his mouth during that vehement and wild kiss several times, she felt how his hands sliding under that sweater, that she wore and how his palms touched her naked skin, just made her more maddening for him. He did not stop. Not for a second. No man kissed her in that way. Ever. That passionately and wild, filled with lust and desire. She palpated the buttons on his pants, and tried to unbutton it, they were both panted, moaned and groaned, but that moment when she finally opened his pants, he stopped and placed his forehead to hers. 
"Jon" she barely could say his name. "Please." She did not want him to stop. Not now, not at that moment. She almost begged him to continue. She wanted him. She was starving for him for days now. She wanted him to show her, to prove to her that he is the man, the man she needs. He swallowed a big one.
"I am sorry." he sighed, and with a quick move, he turned his back against her and stormed out of the house. She was just painting, in the middle of the chaos that their kiss did. She couldn't believe that he just left her. What the hell she was thinking. She rolled her eyes and looked around. No. She won't clean that mess up. She hated him at that moment and if she could have made a choice, she would have left him behind right at that minute. She wanted to leave that fucking house, and that screwed up man. She never wanted to see him again. He had humiliated her...  many times. He was just playing with her, or she had fucking no idea what to think about him. She should not control herself? No... it was not her, who should let the limits away. It was Jon. She walked upstairs and throw his pillow downstairs, through the stairs. Then she did the same with a blanket. Screw you, Jon Snow. That was the only thing in her mind at that moment, and she laid down on the bed. Her body trembled, and she hated the feeling of not being satisfied. She thought finally she could break those fucking walls, that he built to keep her away. She wanted to go home. She did not want to spend any more minutes with him. Alone. There. She'll tell him in the morning.  
He was walking up and down outside. He hit the wall of the house with his fist. "Fuck" he tried to control his breathing. It was his fault. He was the one who wanted her to tell those things. He was the one who forces her to answer. He should not. He should have known that ... this is how it is going to end. He couldn't resist. He wanted to kiss her since he saw her for the first time. Since he first looked deeply into those emerald eyes at the pool. He rolled his eyes. The wind was blowing, but the rain was just dripping. Not as if he cared about it. He screwed up. He fucking screwed up. He should not have kissed her. That was not right. That can ruin everything, that can ruin his mission. He can't have feelings for her. That was not possible. Not in his life. And with that kiss, he caused many problems. He knew it. He had no idea how much she hates him at that moment, but he was sure... she doesn't want to see him anymore, and yet, he has to stay next to her and keep her alive. No matter what she wants. It will be much harder in this way. But he can't ... fuck her. Not in the way he wanted. It was not right, and he knew himself. He would have lost control. He might have chased her anyway... he walked to the backyard, and grabbed his gun. He did not care about the darkness, he needed to calm down. He started to shoot the boxes while walking closer. He fired many shots. One after the other. "Fuck" he took a deep breath. Nothing can avoid his attention. Nothing. He needed to keep her alive. That was the most important thing.