Page 22 of Stay With Me
How can I leave knowing that my time with her is running out? Six days isn’t enough. I need more, need her.
As we lay here in bed, I take the time to enjoy her beauty. Her blonde hair is adorably rumpled, and her long lashes fan across the freckles under her eyes. Her pink lips are swollen from all our kissing last night and are slightly parted as she takes soft breaths.
My fingers itch to touch her, but I’m too afraid to wake her. Glancing over at the alarm clock on the bedside table, disappointment fills me when I see it’s five AM.
I know Ava didn’t mean to sleep over, we were just so exhausted from last night that we crashed the moment we laid still for too long.
But fuck me, last night was even better than the first. After I fucked her against the window, I took her to bed and ate her out until she couldn’t handle it anymore, and she begged me to stop. And no, I didn’t clean her up after cumming inside her. I’ve never been one to do something like that but with Ava? She makes me want to do a whole book of dirty things I’ve never thought of before.
After that, I edged us both until we were ready to explode, and then I fucked her again. That’s when we crashed.
I meant what I said to her last night. She’s mine. Even if I don’t get to keep her. And I’m hers, even if she marries and has kids with someone else. That thought sits heavily on my chest.
But how do I keep her after this week? How would it work? And would Tasha hate me? Hate Ava? What if she thinks it’s the biggest betrayal anyone could do to her?
We have supper tonight—Ava, too. Will Ava act like I’m just Tasha’s dad? I don’t expect her to acknowledge what we have going on outside the hotel room.
“Ava,” I whisper, running my hand up and down her arm.
“Mhmm,” she mumbles, snuggling deeper into me.
I smile, a soft chuckle rumbling in my chest. “As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you all day, Princess, you have work in a bit.”
“What?” she asks, sounding more awake. She blinks her sleepy blue eyes open and tilts her head up to look at me. “Oh.” Her eyes widen as she realizes where she is and who she’s with.
“Good morning.” The greeting comes out with more arousal than I intended.
“Morning.” She blushes as she sits up. The blanket slides down her chest, pooling at her hips and giving me a perfect view of her perky tits. Tits that are covered in my bite marks.
A smug grin takes form on my lips. “How did you sleep?” I love that she’s not trying to hide her body from me. No point in trying to be modest after what we’ve done.
“Really good, actually.” She rubs her eyes. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time. I guess it has a lot to do with you wearing me out.” She smiles shyly.
“Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll order you something to eat? You can take it to go, but I don’t want you rushing to work without eating.”
She smiles, ducking her head, and my heart flutters. “Thank you.”
Getting out of the bed, she walks naked over to the bathroom. I can’t help the groan in the back of my throat as I watch her hips sway, her plump ass bouncing with each step. Fuck me, I’m going to fuck that ass before this week is over.
She stops at the doorway and shoots me a cheeky grin over her shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
It takes everything in me not to follow after her and have a good morning fuck in the shower. It’s big enough for it, that’s for sure.
But I meant what I said. I don’t want Ava going without eating anything; the idea doesn’t sit right with me. So I get up, throw a robe over my own naked body, and go over to the desk to call room service.
Just as the food is being dropped off, Ava steps out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind her. I’m slightly disappointed that her tempting body is covered up with a towel.
“Ah. So, I kind of... don’t really have anything to change into. I could go down in the coat, but it’s kind of obvious what it’s being used for in the daytime, seeing how it’s expected to be a bright, warm day.”
I grin at the sexy way she chews on her lower lip. “Come eat, and I’ll find you something to wear.”
When she sits down, I kiss the top of her head, then head over to my suitcase, rummaging around until I find a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeve sweater.
“This is all I could find. My wardrobe mostly consists of dress pants and shirts,” I chuckle, placing the clothes on the table.
“That’s fine,” she says after swallowing a piece of her toast. “I just need it to get to my car and then up to the apartment.”
Nodding, I lean back in the chair and watch as she eats. She notices after a few moments and blushes. “What?”