His Beautiful Addiction

When they arrived home, she was still sleeping, Michael walked to the other side of the car and lifted her quietly, not wanting to wake her up, it was a good thing she was still asleep, he would just lie her down and let her sleep till the next morning.

Carrying her into the house, he took her to her bedroom and laid her carefully on the bed. Diana murmured incoherently and turned around, riling up her dress a little.

Michael tried not to look at her body as he took of her shoes, then covered her with the duvet.

He should have let her take a shower but she was sleeping and he wasn't about to tempt his sleeping demons by taking off her clothes himself.

Turning around, he turned off the lights and left the room.

A sigh left his lips as he entered his own room and took off his clothes and got into the shower.

He turned on the tap and lathered his hair.

Michael didn't hear the knock on his door and the footsteps that sounded in the room, he only realized someone had come in when the door to his bathroom pulled open.

His face was still with lather, so when he heard the intrusion, he washed his face quickly and looked towards the door and that instant, his lips fell open with shock,

''Dia.. Diana... ''

He tried to form words but his lips could only open and close.

Diana was standing in front of the door wearing just her pants and bra. Her hair was pushed to one side and she had a pout on her lips.

'' you said I would take a shower…''

She said and pouted like a baby, a drop of tears falling from her eyes. Michael was speechless. He instantly drew his towel and tied it over his waists.

He was not prepared for such sight, a trillion thoughts ran through his head at once.

Walking towards her gently, he tried not to look at her sumptuous body.

''Diana, you're drunk…'' he raised his hand towards her as though stopping her from any further thing she was going to do.

Diana's eyes squinted as though trying to understand what he was saying.

''Let me get you to your room, okay?'' he used his hand to wipe the lather that was falling into his eyes from his hair.

'' why? '' she asked, her voice sounding hurt.

Michael was stunned. The last time she got drunk in front of him, it wasn't this bad.

He still had lather all over him, so he was walking carefully so he wouldn't slip on the tiles.

Her eyes left him briefly and turned to the shower area which still had steam on it;

''I want to shower here…'' she spoke and her hands lifted to her bra to unhook it.

'' Nooooo…. '' Michael exclaimed and stopped her hands before she would do something she would regret the next day.

A sigh left his lips as he was standing dangerously close to her now. He was never letting her drink alcohol again.

Michael's eyes fell to the swells a few inches away from his eyes and his throat tightened. He blinked and looked away with a pant, this was the first time he was seeing her on lingerie, and they were so damn sexy.

Her breasts were barely covered by the material hanging over it. And they were heaving with her every breath, itching to be touched.

He was so hard right now, if only she knew the torment she was putting him in.

Breathing in, he took her hand and led her out of the bathroom.

'' where are we going? '' Diana asked but he did not reply her. Walking to his closet, he took out a new towel and tied it over her chest.

He breathed out in relief as he had gotten rid of one distraction.

''babe, can you wait here let me shower first, I have lather over me already? '' Michael held her face and pleaded, staring into her eyes.

Diana blinked;

'' We can shower together. '' she pouted, raising her hands, she caressed his body, stopping on his neck.

A groan left Michael's throat.

"You don't want that…''

He spoke huskily, the look in his eyes becoming sober.

''I do. '' Diana pleaded;

'' I can't control myself with you naked and you're drunk. ''

'' I'm not drunk and I don't want you to control yourself. '' Diana held his hand that were on her face, then she tiptoed and kissed his lips.

Lord…

All the strength he had gathered melted away and his knees felt weak. Her lips were sloppy and wet, and she tasted like wine.

He groaned as he held her head and deepened the kiss. Diana moaned against his mouth, kissing him back.

She pulled against his hair as she kissed him harder.

Michael was almost losing his sanity.

No no no….

He fought with himself as he let go of her lips painfully, instantly backing away from her.

''Diana I'm sorry, but we can't…"

"You don't want me? '' her voice sounded pained as she stared at him with her rosy lips.

Michael turned around and brushed his hair back with his hand,

''You're so fuckin drunk…'' he shook his head, he didn't want to take advantage of her but the more he stayed here and stared at her, the weaker he became.

''But I want you, I'm serious I'm not drunk…''

Without thinking, Michael held her hand and took her into the bathroom, taking the towel off her, he lifted her off the ground and dropped her in the bath tub.

Before she could say a word, he turned on the water, turning on the faucet, he poured water over her head.

Diana's words stopped in her throat as the water poured over her. He had to do something to shut her up.

The more she spoke, the more embarrassed she would be when she woke up.

He turned off the tap when the water filled up.

'' you can take of your undies now, this is the soap and sponge, take all the time you need. ''

He said and swiftly turned around, walking out of the bathroom.

He quickly used the bathroom in another room to quickly wash off the lather on his body.

When he returned to his room, Diana was still in the shower.

Quickly he dried his hair and changed to his pajamas.