I grit my teeth, trying to hold it together. “Is that really necessary? I mean—Eliza’s nineteen. She’s not a little girl anymore.”
“I don’t mind,” Eliza replies, sounding amused. “It’ll be nice to have a man around just in case the hot water stops working or something.”
No, this is not good. Two nights alone under the same roof with Eliza. No buffer. No excuses to keep my hands off her. What the hell am I gonna do?
“When are you leaving?” I ask, clenching my fists under the table.
“After we clean up!” Mom stands, looking so happy. Daniel, also grinning, gets up and follows her to the kitchen. I follow them immediately, using it as an excuse to escape the tension that’s formed in the dining room.
“I’ll take care of this,” I say, taking over the dishes in the sink. “You two go get ready.”
Mom looks at me, proud of the son she’s raised. “Well, isn’t that sweet of you!”
The two of them go to their room, and I keep my head down, scrubbing pots and pans, fighting the urge to let my vision drift back into the dining room. Christ, it’s only been like ten minutes, and I can barely keep myself away from her. How am I going to handle two full days?
After a few more minutes, Mom and Daniel return with their bags packed. They stop at the door and explain where they’re going and where they will be staying and tell us they’ve e-mailed us both several ways to contact them up there if anything goes wrong.
And then they leave.
I swear the world goes into slow-motion as I watch the front door close behind them. There’s the sound of Daniel’s car outside, but after it’s gone, the house goes silent.
Taking a deep breath, I try to formulate a plan. What am I going to do? How am I going to handle this predicament? Wewereso closeto kissing, I don’t know how I’ll be able to stop myself again.
I hear Eliza’s footsteps behind me, but I don’t turn. “Isn’t this your cue to leave again?” she asks. Her question lands hard, like a blow to the chest. It feels like an accusation—like I abandoned her when I moved out.
Her words spark an anger within me, and I reach for my keys in the bowl by the door. Two choices: leave now and keep pretending, or stay. But leaving never worked to begin with. All it did was hurt her. And I can’t allow myself to cause her any pain.
I stand there, frozen in thought, as she slowly takes the stairs to the second floor. Guilt streaks through me until I feel ready to explode. I drop the keys and drive a palm into my chest. Then I turn and make my way up the stairs.
Eliza’s bedroom door is slightly open. I don’t hesitate. I push it open and walk right in to find her standing by her desk, one leg up, pulling her panties off. Her eyes meet mine without a single ounce of timidity. SheknewI’d follow her.
“What? Forgot something?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I reply. “You.”
To my surprise, she tosses the tiny piece of red lace to me. I catch it. “Too wet to wear anymore,” she says, a coy little smile on her lips. “That’s your fault.”
Without hesitation, I raise the panties to my nose and inhale deep. Her sweet scent fills my lungs and nearly knocks me out with its raw sensuality. My eyes close, and I have to palm the doorframe to steady myself as all the blood in my brain rushes to my cock.
“If you’re gonna leave again, just do it,” she says, shocking me back to reality. I open my eyes again and stare at her. Such beauty. Such perfection. Her heels really accentuate the curve ofher back, causing her booty to pop in a way that has my mouth watering.
Stuffing her panties in my pocket, I step forward and wrap my arm around her waist. Her pupils dilate as I pull her up against me. This is now the closest we’ve ever been. Her perky breasts press against my chest, and I feel her hard nipples poking through her shirt.
Her thighs are so warm. I wedge my leg between them and spread her open. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper, staring her right in the eyes. Such beautiful, innocent eyes.
“No,” she responds, her voice soft, angelic.
Every vein in my body is scalding hot as I give in to determination. “Say it and I will.”
“No.”
That’s it. This is happening.
Reaching down, I lift up her skirt, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs and ass. With no panties, I can see a tiny glistening spot between her thighs. Goddamn.
My cock aches against my fly, which I’m thankful for. If it wasn’t there, I’d be sliding inside her without even warming her up. And I can’t do that with Eliza. She’s never had a man inside her. And that man will be me.
No one else touches her. Not now. Not ever.
