- What are you doing here. Eames glared at Goren, who had just barged into his room through the window. Go back to where you came from.
Go back where he came from.
Oh no, surely not.
He hadn't climbed the tree, climbed through his window, turned back and been turned away.
That was out of the question.
In addition, since their argument, she'd completely ignored him.
He'd had no words from her, not even the slightest glance.
And Goren couldn't stand this indifference.
He'd much rather suffer her anger than ignore her.
What's more, he'd decided to come and see her in her room, to try and put things right.
He didn't want this situation to continue.
Goren had thought he'd find a sleeping Eames, but not at all.
She was wide awake, and had greeted him coldly.
But strangely enough...
Perhaps he'd thought she'd waited for him all the same.
- I told you to go back where you came from.
She turned away from him, her back to him, refusing to look at him.
At her reaction, which hurt him, he put his hand to her wrist and made her turn towards him.
- No. I'm not leaving.
What.
Had she heard Goren's words correctly.
He's not leaving.
And for what reason.
He wasn't welcome.
Goren had made it clear that he didn't want to kiss her, and that meant everything.
In addition, what was with that imposing way of holding her by the wrist.
- Release me.
At her cry, he shook his head in denial, refusing to comply, and causing Eames to redouble her anger.
Angrily, she raised her fist and brought it down on his chest with all her might.
- I'm just a lassie to you...
She screamed, banging and ragingly slamming her fists into his chest, making him wince, but he didn't react, letting her.
Continuing to strike, her face changed expression, and she burst into tears, before Goren's eyes, him surprising.
But she pulled herself together, angrily wiping away the tears with her wrist, and cursing her weakness, as well as the man standing before her.
- The real reason... She screamed even louder, her face red. You're not interested in a lassie like me.
Pardon.
Had he heard correctly.
He wasn't interested in a lassie like her.
But that wasn't true at all.
Eames was completely wrong.
On the contrary, he was interested in her, a little too much so.
He had a violent desire for her, just waiting to come out.
And he'd never felt that way about any other woman.
Alex was the she only one.
And if he refused to kiss her, it was for her own good.
How would she react if he let his baser instincts take over.
She'd be afraid of him, and wouldn't want to see him.
Goren couldn't imagine that.
- And me like an idiot... She was shouting, unable to stop herself because of her anger. But an immense sadness mixed with this anger. I'm falling progresed in love with you.
Pardon.
Goren looked at her, stunned and still reeling from this confession.
Had Alex really just made this admission to him.
I'm falling progresed in love with you...
No.
It couldn't be true.
He must have heard wrong.
Alex couldn't have said that.
It was impossible that she could love him.
And yet, the way she reacted, going from anger to tears and back again, told him it wasn't her imagination, it was real.
- You'd better leave the little girl I am.
No, I wouldn't.
Leave her, after what she'd just confessed to him.
He wouldn't do anything.
He wasn't that crazy.
Yes, Alex was a kid, but above all, she was the girl who made his heart beat.
And nothing mattered more than her.
- - I has told you...
Eames couldn't finish his sentence, as Goren pulled her against him, released her wrist to take her face in his hands, lower her face to his, and gagged her mouth with his lips.
At this brutal kiss, Eames opened her eyes wide, surprised by his gesture.
No.
She didn't want him to kiss her.
And not like that.
So she put her hands flat on his chest, pulled him away.
- No. It's too easy.
He didn't listen to her objection, forcing his tongue into her mouth, battling with hers and eventually intertwining them in a frenzied dance.
At this initiative, Eames felt himself melt.
Her anger vanished, to be replaced by a powerful fire that flowed through her, consuming her whole.
She shouldn't have given in.
She should have stayed angry with Goren.
But how could she, when she was becoming this fragile little thing in his arms.
So she let passion override her thoughts, brought her hands to his ebony curls, clutched them, and pressed her small breasts against his powerful torso.
- Oh Bobby...
At her moan, and the way she abandoned herself in his arms with such passion, Goren lost all control.
He brought his hands to her hips, gripped them, and pressed his hard member against her intimacy.
- Even if it's wrong and reprehensible... I want you, lassie.
At her words, Eames' heart raced, and her cheeks turned pink with pleasure.
- I'm sick and tired of holding back.
My God...
Was it true.
Goren wanted her to the point of wanting her, and not being able to hold back.
But then why had he told her he didn't want to kiss her.
She found it hard to believe.
Especially after such a turnabout.
- That's why I refused to kiss you. He slipped his hands under the skirt of her nightgown, ran his fingers up and brushed her satiny skin until he reached her small breasts, which he took with his full hand, kneaded them, and pinched their erect tips with his fingers, making her moan. I knew I couldn't stop.
Pardon.
Is it true.
He'd refused to kiss her.
But as his fingers worked on her small breasts, she lost her train of thought, feeling a gentle torpor rise up inside her, making her squeal with pleasure.
- I haven't stopped fantasizing about your breasts, lassie.
My God...
What he was saying was so embarrassing, yet so disturbing, that she couldn't keep her little cries quiet as they came straight from his lips, so much did she love it, the caress of his fingers.
Goren had magical fingers that lit a violent fire inside her.
- Alex... He plunged his lustrous brown eyes into her hazel gaze. I can take off your nightgown.
What.
Goren wanted to take off her nightgown.
But if she did that, he'd see her barely formed body, and turn away from her.
Eames knew she had a lassie's body, not a woman's. And so she couldn't show it to him.
And so, she couldn't show it to him.
- Please... Alex.
At her pleading, Eames didn't have the heart to refuse her, so she nodded.
- I'm not...
What she wasn't.
Goren would have liked to know, but Eames had just given him the green light, and he wasn't thinking straight at all.
All he could think about was taking off her damned nightgown, and finally being able to see her naked.
Or at least most of it.
For he'd felt the fabric of her panties when he'd let his fingers run up her body.
Impatiently, but gently, and with Eames looking down, pink-cheeked and self-conscious, he reached into the skirt of her nightdress, pulled up the fabric, passed it over Eames's head and threw it to the floor.
At last there was no fabric to obstruct his view, apart from her pink panties, which he left to her, and he looked down at her body, breathing hard and swallowing hard at the sight.
Eames had a body that took your breath away.
She didn't have the body of a kid, but that of a woman.
Every proportion was perfect.
- Lassie... You're beautiful.
Was it true.
Did he really think she was beautiful.
Didn't her body look too childish.
At Goren's eyes, which he let trail over her body, at his burning gaze, which scorched her in every area he touched, Eames blushed violently, embarrassed by this inspection, but which made her realize he was telling her the truth.
Crazy with desire for Eames, he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her against him, bringing his hand to her little breast, which he took with his full palm, closing his fingers on it, on the soft, firm skin, which he kneaded, and pinched with his forefinger and thumb on her little nipple, already hard.
- Oh Bobby... That's...
At her moan, he became even more aroused.
He lowered his face to hers, brought his lips to hers, took them hungrily.
At this kiss, Eames put her hands on his shoulders, clung to him.
- Yes, lassie... Hold on to me.
Eames was consumed by his words.
She too wanted to touch him.
To have his bare skin on her fingers.
So she reached for his T-shirt.
- I can take it off.
He nodded.
- Do whatever you want with me, lassie.
At his words, Eames pinked with pleasure, and with haste and alacrity, removed his T-shirt, which she threw to the floor to join his nightdress.
Biting her lips with envy, she looked down at his torso, brought her hands forward, laid them flat on it and brushed against it.
At this caress, Goren lost all notion.
He groaned, moved his hand to the nape of her neck, forced her face closer to his, and took possession of her lips with ardor, intertwining their tongues in a frenzied dance.
He grabbed her hips, lifted her off the floor, wrapped his legs around her waist, while she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss.
Goren held Eames firmly by her little buttocks, and made his way to her bed.