I barely finish my oatmeal.
I drink my chai in a flash.
Finally, he brings me to the armchair in front of the beach. No one is here. But someone could walk by.
Just like the armchair in his apartment.
Again, he asks me to strip.
Again, he holds me close as I come on his hand.
But this time, he doesn't stop there. He pushes his boxers aside and pulls my body into his.
I'm on top of him. My hands are on his shoulders. My body is above his.
I kiss him hard. Grind against him. Try every angle.
Fuck, that back-and-forth motion—he hits me exactly where I need him. The pressure inside me builds quickly. Almost too quickly.
I come fast. Hard. Groan his name as I grind again and again.
It feels fucking good, looking down at him, watching him watch me. But it's not what I want.
I want him in control. His body over mine. His hand on my throat. All that presence and power aimed at a singular goal: having his way with me.
We make out on every conceivable surface. Like we're horny sophomores too scared to go all the way.
Like he knows exactly how to tease me.
He kisses me at the kitchen table.
He spoons me on the couch.
He lays me on a patio chair and orders me to come on his face.
He brings me to the shower. Pins me to the slick tile. Tugs at my hair as he fucks me from behind.
Holds me close as he comes inside me.
Then he kisses me so sweetly I forget about our arrangement. About our expiration date. About anything except the softness of his lips.
And how much I want to kiss him all night. All day. Forever.
I want everything. All night. All day. Forever.
I only get so much…
Two weeks left with him.
Two weeks to fuck him senseless, to learn his favorites, to unlock his heart.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Ian
Eve holds her hand over her eyes, blocking the glare from the sun. She traces a line down my body. Slowly. Taking in everything. "You're naked."
"I am."
"I feel like… it's kind of an invitation."
"Is it?" I tease her.
She nods. Her eyes light up with need. She wants more. Wants to come on my hands, face, cock.
Wants me to claim every part of her.
Again.
I will.
But this first—"You should take it then."
"Hmm." Her eyes flit to my cock. "Soon."
"Soon?"
She nods.
"What is it you say—that's my thing?"
"Is it?"
"Yes."
She smiles. Says it again anyway. "Soon. I'm a little sore. Well… I've been sore. But I think it's finally too much."
"It's possible?"
"Maybe. Right now, it's just a theory."
She closes the distance between us. Places her palm on my chest. Rises to her tiptoes to press her lips to mine.
Fuck, she tastes good. Like sugar and need.
We're cleaned up, fed, caffeinated. An entire afternoon spent in a haze of ease and pleasure.
Our last night together before Ty's party. Before reality intrudes.
And it's nearly over.
The sun is already sinking into the horizon. It's nearly time to fix dinner. To bring her back to my bed. Hold her close as I drive into her.
Or tie her to the frame and fuck her mercilessly.
I want both. It scares me. Terrifies me how much I want to be slow and gentle with her. Not because she's still new to this. Not because I'm careful with her.
Because I want the sweetness.
Because I want the intimacy.
Because I want to make fucking love.
I pull Eve closer. Her lips part. My tongue slips into her mouth. She melts into me as I claim her.
"Vixen." I release her with a sigh. "You do that again, and I'm fucking you right here."
"Is that a promise?"
"Yes."
"Oh." Her teeth sink into her lip. Somehow, she does it with a smile. The lightest hint of a blush. Fucking adorable.
She drives me out of my mind.
"Soon." Her blush deepens. "Very soon." She turns to the massive pool. Pulls her—well, my—t-shirt over her head. Looks to me as she does away with her knickers.
She dives into the bright blue water. Surfaces with a gasp.
She looks at me, a dare in her gorgeous eyes, then she dives under the water. Swims halfway across the pool.
When does she practice her swimming? She lives in Brooklyn. She's never mentioned days at a public pool, laps at the gym, a season on the school swim team.
There are things about her I don't know. There's so much about her I don't know.
I want all of it. I want to understand every part of her.
She surfaces at the other end of the pool. Shakes her head are you coming?
I push my thoughts aside. Dive in after her. Meet her at the other end of the pool.
She laughs as she hooks her arms around my neck. Looks up at me with wonder in her eyes.
"I still can't believe you're naked." Her fingers brush my neck.
"We spent the last two days fucking."
"Still… it's different here." She stares into my eyes. "Like you really have your guard down."
"And this?" I brush her hair behind her ear. Run my thumb over her lower lip. No makeup. She's just as beautiful without it. Different. The Eve no one else sees.
She nods. "You don't like it?"
"It's the same for you, isn't it?"
Her eyelids flutter together as she leans into the gesture. "It is."
It took two days of fucking her senseless.
No, we've been here. Dancing around how much we want forever.
"I am."
She digs her fingers into my skin. Not the this is the only way I can take the intensity of earlier. A gentle gesture. Like she's trying to explore me.
Her chest heaves with her inhale. I can feel the rise and fall against my chest. Her skin against mine.
The water makes her slick. Cool. The contact is too brief.
I pull her closer.
She lets her head fall into the crook of my shoulder. "It scares me. Thinking about our expiration date."
I nod.
"And it scares me… thinking about going past that. I guess… I don't let people see weakness. I don't know what they'll do. If they'll run or stay. I don't know which is scarier."
I don't either.
"I haven't let anyone get close in a long time. Only Addie. And even then… there's so much she doesn't know."
"Like this?"
She nods. "She has some idea… but not the extent."
"Everyone tries to protect their family."
"Maybe." Under the water, she slides her arm around my waist. "But there's something else too. I want to protect myself. I don't want her to see me differently. Think I'm a whore. Or a sellout."
"Would she?"
"I don't know. I don't think so. But she… she wouldn't like how much I've kept things from her. How much I've tried to shield her. I don't like it either. I'm treating her like a child when she's four minutes younger. I'm not her mom. I don't want to be anyone's mom."