“I can’t think about tomorrow. Tomorrow is when you leave me to go back home to a dude that your daddy has found for you. Today, you’re here, in my bed. I’m focused on today.” I close the distance between us and take her hand in mine. “This is here for you today. Do you want to live with me in the moment or keep thinking about tomorrow?”
CHAPTER 16
MARIA
“I want to live in today,” I say, coming to my knees on top of the bed. “But I’m not leaving tomorrow.” I try to pull my hand from his, but he won’t let me. “I’m not trying to get away.” I laugh. He reluctantly releases his hold on me so I can put both of my hands on his broad chest.
Whenever Sterling is out of my sight, I convince myself I’ve dreamed up his massive size. That there is no way he could tower over me the way he does. But then when he’s back, I’m hit with the reality that he’s even bigger than I thought. I’m starting to see why I’ve never been sexually attracted to anyone before him. I’d never met a man built the way he is. Now I understand I most definitely have a type.
“Your dad could show up any moment, and you know it.”
“He could,” I admit. I suppose he might be right. I have no idea when I'll be going home. I was a bit surprised my papa hadn’t pushed for me to come home instantly but I think he could tell I needed some time after everything that went down with Glorianna.
“I don’t like it.” He grunts. “He shouldn’t have control over you.” His brows furrow together, and I think he might actually be pouting. Damn, he’s even hot when he’s doing that. How has this man never had sex before? I’m sure he’s a hot commodity around here. I mean, Heather wants him pretty damn badly. She all but threw herself at him earlier.
“That because you think I’m a grown woman or you want to be the one to have a bit of control over me?” I lick my lips, thinking about how he’d pinned my hips to the bed last night and took control. I loved every second of it.
“I’m trying not to throw up any red flags for you or whatever that shit is, but I don’t care for the idea of anyone else having control over you.” It may not be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said, but it works for me. I love that Sterling doesn’t mince words or try to be something he’s not.
“Red flags?” I smirk. I think we both have a bunch of those. “Would a red flag be that you’re a virgin? I find that a bit shocking.”
“If I wasn’t, would it change things?” Disappointment fills me, making me see how much I enjoyed the idea of him having never been with another girl. But truth be told, it wouldn’t change how I feel about him.
“No, not if you’re not still doing stuff with other girls.”
“Well, I’m a virgin and have no reason to lie about it.”
“Why? It’s not like you don’t have options.” I drop my butt back down on the bed. I don’t even want to know how many options he really has.
“I don’t know. Never been interested.” He shrugs, sitting down onto the bed next to me. He makes a grab for me. Before I know it, I’m in his lap, straddling him. “I don’t want someone to want me because of my last name or money.”
“I can understand that.”
“Trust me. Whoever your dad tries to pick for you is going to want you for you. There aren’t other girls out there like you. At least none that I’ve met.”
“We barely know each other,” I remind him.
“You telling me you don’t feel this?” I drop my eyes, suddenly feeling shy.
“I feel it.” He puts two fingers under my chin, lifting my head so that our eyes meet.
“Don’t get shy on me now.”
“I don’t want to throw up a red flag either by admitting how much I like you. It’s so soon. I don’t want you to think I’m needy or something.”
“I think I’ll love the hell out of any red flags from you.” He smirks. “Go on. Be crazy obsessed with me. Get mad when other girls try to talk to me.” Now he’s full-on smiling at me. I’m not sure if he’s more handsome when he’s happy like this or when he’s being grumpy. I let out a laugh.
“I can’t believe you got into a fight over me in a dress.”
“How were you feeling about Heather?” he challenges.
“Whatever.” I huff and try to get off his lap. Not that I get anywhere. His grip on me only tightens.
“Tell me.”
“I didn’t like it. You two have never…” I trail off, not wanting to even say it.
“Never. Not that she hasn’t tried, but she’s not for me.”
“I’ve never been on a date.”
“Neither have I.” His thumb drifts up and down my jaw. “I’ll take you on as many dates as you want.”
“Really?”
“Think I’d pretty much do anything you asked me. I’m starting to understand my crazy-ass cousins.”
“What wouldn’t you do?” I slip my hands up under his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin under my fingers.
His hard cock is pressing into my sex, making my whole body flood with desire. I want a replay of last night, only this time I want to explore his body. I’m more than excited that I'll be many of his firsts too. It makes some of my shyness fade away. We both will be learning as we go.
“Let you get away from me.”
“I don’t want to get away from you.” I rake my fingers down his chest. A low growl rumbles from deep inside of him. “In fact. I want to get closer. To give you another first.” I lick my lips, making his eyes drop to my mouth.
“Darling, I’m all yours to do whatever the hell you want with,” he says before he takes my mouth in a deep kiss.
I think I want to be all Sterling Justice’s too.
CHAPTER 17
STERLING
I shove aside all second thoughts such as how is she going to feel about this tomorrow and the day after because we’re living in the now. I take her down to the bed, pulling at her shirt so I can feel the soft skin of her waist and then her chest. Her bra has a front clasp, which I unsnap easily and fill my palm with the weight of her tit. “Perfect,” I breathe against her lips. “Perfect size. Perfect feel.”
I curve my hand and cover her flesh, thumbing the nipple into a hard, stiff peak. Under her skin, her heart beats fast, like a winded foal. I tell myself to slow down, calm down, take it easy, but the insistent pulse of my cock in its denim cage roars for release. The blood is rushing through my head, making me lightheaded and muddling my thinking. I want to mount her from behind, fast and hard, pounding her with my erection until my cum erupts like water from a fire hose.
Her fingers tug impatiently in my hair, and she slides up and down under my frame as if she doesn’t know where she needs the most attention. I move down, allowing my tongue to take over where my fingers were once working. Her nipple tastes like candy. I roll the sweet bud against my tongue. She gasps and thrusts her hips upward.