“Have a good night’s sleep,” I tell him as I close the door. “Come in the house if you need anything.”
“There’s a sink downstairs in the garage,” he says as he looks around. “I should be good. And you come get me if you need anything.”
“I will,” I say as I watch him fiddle with the deflated air mattress that Nathan gave him. “But I’ll be fine.”
“I know you will,” he says as he looks at me with new eyes. “You’re anything but helpless, Hope. Look at what you did for us. A new job. A new place to live. A new boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
Not yet anyway.
“I saw the way he looks at you. He’s your boyfriend.”
I’m not sure if he’s right but I hope that he is.
“We’ll find you a job too,” I tell him. “Everything is looking up.”
For the first time in a long time, I see my brother smile.
I’m filled with an excited nervous energy as I walk back over to the house. It’s small. Really small, but it’s bigger than the inside of our car so I’m not complaining. Actually, I’m thrilled to be staying with Nathan.
There’s a tiny bathroom between the two bedrooms and then one main room that has the kitchen and living room in it.
“I’m always at the gym so I don’t need much,” he says, looking embarrassed as he glances around. “I’ll get you a bigger place once I make my mark in the GPC.”
“I don’t need a bigger place,” I tell him. “This is perfect.”
“You deserve the best, Hope,” he says as he looks at me with such intensity that it gives me goosebumps. “I want to give you everything.”
“You’ve already given me more than enough.”
He smiles and then picks up my bag. “You’ll take my room,” he says as he carries it into the larger of the two rooms. The spare room has an old computer, an uncomfortable-looking futon, and not much else.
“No, I can’t,” I say as he puts my bag on his Queen-sized bed. God, that looks comfortable…
I haven’t slept in a bed in ages. Just the thought of sliding under those covers and stretching my arms and legs out is making me feel like a kid on Christmas morning.
“I’m not taking no for an answer. This is my place and what I say goes. For everything.”
The way he says that last word with such a deep sensual vibe makes me swallow hard. It suddenly hits me that I’m in this man’s house and that he can do anything he wants to me. There’s nothing to stop him.
Why is that thought more exciting than scary?
I’m eighteen years old and have never had sex before. I’ve barely done anything before, but right now I’m ready to hand my V-card over to him forever.
I can’t stop glancing at the way his shirt tightens in a line across his muscular chest and my eyes keep darting down to his round tattooed biceps. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. By far.
“Where are you going to sleep?” I ask in a voice that cracks.
He slowly looks me up and down. “I’m going to be honest with you, Hope. I want you. Badly. You’re my girl now and you’re going to be staying in my place. In my bed. I want you to be comfortable and feel safe here, so I’ll take the futon for tonight. But I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold myself back from you. I’ll be in that bed with you soon.”
He gently takes my chin with his thumb and index finger and tips it up as he leans down to kiss me.
Our lips connect and I melt into him. His hands slide into my hair as I whimper against his hot tongue.
He’s such a strong intense man, but his kiss is soft and passionate with just the right amount of force to make my legs go weak.
I place my palm on his hard chest and I can’t believe his heart is beating as hard as mine is. I wonder if he’s feeling the butterflies too.
He finally releases my mouth and I nearly collapse to the floor.
“If we go any further, I won’t be able to stop myself,” he says in a deep throaty voice. The sexy timbre goes straight to my clit, making the throb even deeper.
What if I don’t want you to stop…?
The words are on the tip of my tongue. I want them to come out. I want him to pick me up, carry me to the bed, throw me onto the covers, and do whatever he wants to me.
I want to feel his hard body between my legs, stretching them out, spreading them wide as he thrusts his hard cock deep inside me, taking my virginity which I saved for a perfect moment like this.
But the words stay in my throat. This man is sexy as hell and it’s incredibly intimidating.
So instead, with pink cheeks and disappointment ringing through me, I slide into his bedroom and close the door for the night…
…wondering, hoping, that he’s going to open it and come in…
Chapter Six
Hope
It’s hard sleeping in this bed.
The sheets are soft and the pillow is heavenly, but it’s hard because Nathan’s sexy smell is all around me. And he’s not here. I keep moaning in frustration as I stretch out and feel the cold empty side of his bed, wanting instead to feel him.
I turn and look at the clock. It’s 3:18. I wonder if he’s sleeping. Or if he’s awake thinking of me the way I’m thinking of him.
I keep thinking of when I first saw him—shirtless as he dropped into the empty pool. The way his muscles flexed with every lithe movement he made. The way he looked with blood splattered on his tattooed skin as he caught eyes with me for the first time. I could see the want and need in his gaze and that want has only increased the more we see together.
Before I can stop myself, my hand slides down my stomach and dips in-between my thighs. I’m so fucking wet.
You have to do this. It’s necessary.
I’m telling myself all these lies…
Your first day of work is tomorrow and you have to be well-rested.
That just makes me think of when I was in the shoe store with Nathan. The way he was gently touching my feet as he slid my new shoes on, trying them out.
This is the only way you’ll fall asleep.
My fingers start sliding between my soaking wet folds and up to my throbbing clit. I’ve never done this before, but the thought of Nathan sleeping in the room next door is making me crazy. I can’t not touch myself.
I’m so sticky wet. Even my thighs are coated with my desire for him.
The thought of him smelling my most intimate scent on his sheets is bringing a wicked grin to my lips as I rub my clit harder. I wonder if he would get hard. I wonder if he would touch himself too.
I picture him pulling down his pants and stroking his long hard dick and it makes my mouth water. I start rubbing myself harder and faster until the moans are coming out way too loud. He’s going to hear…
But maybe that’s what I want…
Deep moan after deep moan rips out of me as my back arches and I bite my bottom lip. I shouldn’t be making so much noise. I shouldn’t be doing this at all.
I should stop. I should at least turn around and bury my face into Nathan’s pillow to muffle my cries, but I don’t. I just let it out louder.