Chapter 5
STERLING
It’s around four in the morning when I wake up to the feel of her next to me. I smile at the sight of the beautiful woman who shared one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. If not, the best night of my life.
A part of me wants to break the only rule I set and ask for her name. I could take the jet and visit her often. The way her body molds to mine. She let me possess her, take control of the night. Still, she demanded a lot from me.
How could we fit so well when we don’t know each other?
She’s just perfect, and fuck if I don’t need her touch. I can feel happiness running through her blood. If I needed an antidote to my fucked-up life, I’d drink her whole and keep her with me.
This feeling inside me is so much different. She’s like a blue sky. She’s sunlight. The laughter of a baby. A masterpiece.
I haven’t fucked or kissed this much in one night since …
I can’t remember. She’s nothing like any other woman I’ve ever met.
Let alone had in bed. She’s like heroin.
You want to shoot it through your veins and hope it stays forever.
Thank fuck, I learned fast that drugs only last for a few moments.
The high leaves fast and the despair increases.
How bad would it be to change our dynamic and stay with her the entire week?
I ask myself as I watch her. Her head rests on my bicep, her long hair tied into a braid—courtesy of the little blow job fantasy.
Fuck, she took me deep and swallowed every drop.
I wonder if she’ll let me fuck her pretty ass.
God, I bet she’s an ass virgin and I fucking want to take that for myself.
Make her mine, I repeat for the thousandth time since we decided to take this step. That’s not the way I operate. She can’t be mine. She’s destined for someone else. A guy who’s waiting for her and will make her happy.
But why not me?
Why does this thing between us feel so right when I know it’s impossible?
Her eyes flutter open, she smiles at me. “You’re awake.”
“And so are you,” I mumble, kissing her swollen lips. “How are you feeling?”
“Is it time to think already?”
“Not if you don’t want to.”
She smiles at me, and fuck if I don’t want to be inside her again. I can’t get enough of her, her lines and curves. Last night wasn’t enough to get to know her body. I want to know it so well that I can sculpt it by memory after I leave her. Carve a version of her that I can keep for eternity.
“I don’t want this to end yet,” she whispers and pushes herself slightly and hooks her arms around my neck. “Kiss me.”
I don’t hesitate and kiss her. We fit so well; it doesn’t take much for us to melt into one.
“You with me?” she asks.
“Always,” I mumble, taking her mouth and moving inside of her, thrusting and pulling slowly. Enjoying the last time and the feel of something so perfect as … fuck. My blood freezes but I can’t stop plunging inside her.
What the fuck did I just do?
Broke the number one rule, but it feels like the best mistake I’ve done in my entire life.
JUNE
I wake up confused, happy, and yeah, satisfied. Everything during the night felt like a dream. When I look to the side, the bed is empty. It was bound to happen, yet my heart clenches at the thought of never seeing him again.
Except, the guy sits by the window, thoughtful.
Last night was … actually, when I thought things could never be better, he proved me wrong and this morning, it was beyond my wildest dreams.
This was magical—and unexpected. Still, when I see his face, I feel inadequate. I’m not sure what to say. No names, no numbers.
No second moments.
It started and ended in one night.
But, what if?
“We got carried away last night,” he mentions.
“Carried away?” I ask.
“You don’t happen to be on the pill, do you?”
I can’t help but laugh. If only he knew. “No, but I wouldn’t worry about it.”
His expression doesn’t change.
“Look, I’m clean and the possibility of conceiving a child after what happened today is low. Condoms are only eighty-five percent effective, what I have is ninety percent. There would be no consequences.”
It’s a dream of mine to be a mother, but he doesn’t need to know about my hopes, the misery I live, and my next chapter.
He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Good, I just. This isn’t—”
“Are you clean? Because that’s something that I need to know,” I interrupt him.
He nods. “It’s the first time I’ve lost my head and didn’t use a condom. You?”
I nod and yawn.
“Go back to sleep,” he suggests and moves toward me. “I’ll keep an eye on you.”
Will he be here when I wake up?