Once we’re at my home, she hesitantly walks through the door. Since she and Brett broke up, it’s been about a year that she's been here. Not much has changed other than I got a new TV, a bigger one.
"Will he be here?"
I don't bother playing stupid trying to figure out who she means. I know she means Brett. Since I don’t want him to know about this either, I’m not surprised that she’s concerned. But there is something that I need to know.
"No, he won't be here at all this week." I watch her visibly relax, which makes me want to know the answer to the next question even more.
"Why did you guys break up?"
"What did he say?"
"That it wasn't working out."
She gives a bit of a dry laugh and shakes her head, not meeting my eyes.
"The short version is my mom got sick and I wouldn't put out, so he dumped me for a girl who did."
I’m down on the other end of the couch from her, giving her some space, but not too much.
"He's an idiot." Even though I mean that more than she realizes, in the back of my head, I'm secretly thrilled that they never had sex. I had always assumed they did.
"Is the money from tonight going to be enough?" I asked needing to make sure that she's taken care of, and everything will be paid off. I don't need her pulling a stunt like this again. Though by the time I'm done with her, she won't qualify for another virgin auction.
"It's way more than enough. The money will pay off the bills and the house. Plus, I could go to school ten times over to Harvard and still have money left over."
Like a magnet being drawn to her, I scoot closer, and she doesn't move back. To my surprise, she moves towards me just a bit.
"Good," I say.
When she smiles up at me, a piece of hair falls into her face and without thinking, I reach up and tuck it back behind her ear.
Her dark brown eyes meet mine, and that connection that I always felt between us is there. It makes me wonder if she feels it too. It's the kind of contact that pulls me in and makes me want to kiss her. Though every time I felt it before now, I've always stopped myself. But I’m not stopping this time. She’s mine for the week. Slowly I lean in, giving her plenty of time to stop me, but she doesn't. Instead, she wraps a hand behind my neck and pulls me in.
The moment her lips touch mine, I know I will never come back from this week. Letting her go will rip my heart out, but if I have to, I will let her go. The memories of this week will have to be what I cling to.
More times than I want to admit, I imagined a kiss like this. Her lips on mine, and her hands on me. I want more. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pull her closer and she comes to me easily.
She may only be kissing my lips, but I feel it all over my body and my dick wonders what it would be like to have these soft lips around it.
Fuck, one week will never be enough.
Chapter 5
Aspen
Holy Shit. Mr. Warner... Evan. Evan is kissing me.
And he's really good at it. Like really, really good.
Hell, it's such a turn on with his hand in my hair and his lips on mine. Every time his tongue stokes mine, I swear I get even wetter. I want him so damn much and I didn't care if he had taken me in the room at Club Red. Even then, I was more than ready.
Not wanting him to stop, I wrap my arms around his neck and run one of my hands through his hair like I have had to stop myself from doing many times.
With my hands on him, he lets out a small moan that I feel all the way to my core.
"Mr. Warner," I say the first chance I'm able to take a breath.
"Call me Evan, baby girl," he whispers back. Then his lips are on mine again, completely erasing my mind of whatever I was going to say. When he pulls back, I try again.