Chapter One #2
She threw her head back and laughed, and for a second embarrassment crept into me. “I like you, Parker. And yes, you have my consent to kiss me. It’s sexy.”
“What’s sexy?” I said, sinking my hand into her hair and pulling her to me.
“Consent.”
“Well, damn, if I’d known it was that easy, I wouldn’t have bothered shaving or putting on a nice shirt.”
She laughed again, but I captured the sound with the kiss I’d wanted to give her ever since the one in the hallway.
Another kiss that sent currents nipping at me.
So different from other kisses. Like an anchor sinking into me and taking root.
A bad thing, considering this girl had graduated, and we were both leaving to go home.
There was no possibility here, and something inside me hated that thought, even if I had just met her.
Our lips parted, and she studied me. “I have a thought,” she said, pushing at my shirt.
“Yeah?” I yanked it over my head as she sat back and pulled hers off.
Fuck, she was sexy. Her lace bra had flowers on it that teased in how they partly covered her nipples and other parts of her breasts. I smoothed my hand up her waist and over them, so ready to see more of her.
“I’m here for another week with nothing to do.” She brought her mouth to mine, and I was suddenly tired of talking. “And so are you.”
“I am,” I mumbled.
She drew back, and I wanted to tell her how frustrating this was because my pants were seriously straining with how hard she had me.
“What if we spend the week together?” I dropped my hands to her hips, my brow quirking as she continued. “No attachment, no expectation. Just like tonight, we stay away from personal details, we remain anonymous to each other and have fun until it’s time to leave.”
“What kind of fun?” I asked, running my thumb below her waistline.
“This kind. An entire week of sex and anything else we want to do.”
I rested my head back and contemplated it.
An entire week with this girl and her dazzling smile, her sexy curves, and a giggle that nestled inside of me every time she freed it.
It was like every guy’s dream. Unattached sex with a hot girl for days on end.
Then why was I contemplating if it was a risky idea?
Because that sensation every time I kissed her, that burrowed deep inside of me, told me I might want more.
Only she wasn’t looking for that, which meant I had a decision to make, one any other horny guy my age would not have difficulty with.
This was my last year of freedom, though. One more year to get this kind of thing out of my system. To be the player I had been, to drink irresponsibly, to make stupid decisions—which I never did.
“Fuck it,” I said, jerking her body forward. “Let’s do it.”
A giggle came from her as I leaned forward, dragging my mouth to hers.
“I sure hope I didn’t just sign up for a week of disappointing sex,” she teased between kisses.
I brushed my thumb over her nipple as I unbuttoned her jeans. “I can promise I won’t disappoint you.”
She pushed away and climbed from me, and for a second I thought she had changed her mind. But she kicked her shoes off and worked her jeans off. I dropped my head back and groaned at the matching lace thong and her thick thighs that had my fingers twitching to dig into them.
Straddling me again, she ground down on me. “Show me, Parker.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This girl was confident and bold and unrestrained and had me so turned on I didn’t think I’d last long enough to get my condom on.
I pulled her mouth to mine as I slipped my finger under the band of her underwear, teasing while I pushed her bra strap down and cupped her breast. With a sweep of my thumb over her nipple, she shuddered.
I was seriously ready to take her, but I didn’t want to be selfish with her.
There were times I was, like when it was a quick hook-up where I knew there wasn’t anything but raw and dirty sex, but most times I put the girl first. Something I’d learned early and my brother had reinforced when he found out I was no longer a virgin.
And I wanted Elsie to come first, to witness it because I suspected with her it would be unreserved and hot.
Her hand reached for my jeans, but I pushed my fingers further, stopping her motion as her hands flew up and grasped my shoulders.
I thrust one into her, causing another shudder from her, and her kiss faltered.
It was a matter of minutes before her legs were clamping tight around me and her body convulsed beautifully.
Her cry was glorious, and I silenced it with a kiss until her body went limp.
She dropped her head to my neck, her chest heaving. “A guy who knows how to find the right spot,” she breathed. “You’re an anomaly.”
“Told you it would be a good week.”
“You weren’t kidding. Where did you learn that?”
I gave a shrug, trying to stay calm when I desperately wanted to rip her panties off and plunge into her because I was so uncomfortable.
“Older woman when I was eighteen.” Our housekeeper, but I didn’t want to tell her about the woman who had taught me every way to please a woman before my parents found out and fired her, threatening to have her arrested.
Of course, I was of age, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t teased and flirted before making her move on my birthday.
I hadn’t complained, but my parents weren’t happy.
Disappointment from my mother was like being grounded for a year; it wasn’t pretty.
After that, I’d had so many lessons on women and sex from her, my father, and my brother that I’d wanted to gouge out my ears and eyes.
“Well, damn. She taught you right. I hope you have a condom, Parker.”
Oh, thank God. I really didn’t have it in me to talk anymore with her almost naked body in my lap and after watching her orgasm.
“Of course. Who comes to a party without one?”
I reached for my wallet and pulled it out.
“Did you come here looking for sex?” she asked, sitting back and taking her bra off. I froze as her breasts popped free.
“No,” I said, my voice hoarse.
She took the condom from my hand and lifted so I could unzip my pants.
This was happening. Yes, it was happening and my dick jumped at the thought.
Unruly and impatient. I didn’t remember putting the condom on or moving her thong aside because sinking into her erased all other memories from my brain.
Her body moved with a rhythm that left me mesmerized.
It was like something more than our bodies connected us. It was intense and life-changing.
I held onto her hips as she sat back and her body performed a dance that coaxed my climax to the cliffs and with one sexy dip, drove it over the edge.
The air wouldn’t fill my lungs; my mouth couldn’t form words.
She dropped her lips to mine, kissing me again and waking me from the hold my rapture had on me.
I brought my hands up and threaded them into her hair, deepening the kiss until she lifted herself off me.
Tossing the condom, I watched as she dressed, her red hair falling in waves over her shoulder. She peeked over at me and gave me a smile.
“I take it that means I’m up to par for a week of fun?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head and sitting up in the chair.
“You definitely didn’t disappoint. Wanna hang out some more?”
“Sure.”
She dropped into the other chair, and we talked for another hour until I took her hand and led her out of the party.
The rest of the night I spent tangled up in her sheets, exploring her body and all the ways it broke me.
Days passed doing the same, and with each one, the notion that this thing with Elsie was more continued to grow until I knew saying goodbye would be the hardest thing I’d ever have to face.