“No,” I whisper.
He blows out a heavy breath. “Good.”
All I can think of at this moment is that this man wants me. Only me. And I crave more of him. Only him. I rock my hips against his hand, increasing the contact between us.
I’ve never thought I could be so attracted to a man in such a short amount of time. But here I am.
With one swift move, Victor is on his knees, in front of me, without breaking contact. He kisses my lips gently and they part immediately, demanding more. His kiss deepens, his tongue thrusting in my mouth, deeper and faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers. My brain tries to catch up with all the amazing sensations, becoming dizzy.
“Oh, no,” I mouth against his lips.
“Oh, yes,” he breathes into my mouth. “Come for me, Tia.”
And I do, my body trembling with waves of pleasure. My inner muscles squeeze around his finger. I’m no longer in control of my body, and as the shaking subsides, I try to bring my mind back from floating away on a white cloud.
He withdraws his finger, shifts his body, and readjusts himself in his jeans. “Thank you.”
“Well, I was the one who got all the benefits.” My cheeks burn.
“This was all about you. And thank you for trusting me.” Victor gives me a satisfied smile.
Did I really trust him or was I too consumed by the lust, clouding my better judgement?
Chapter Fourteen
Dreamy images of Victor—his face, his eyes, the tattoo—are constantly invading my mind, muddling it, confusing it. I’m obsessed and lusting after a guy I shouldn’t go after.
A shiver jolts my spine and I straighten.
I know I shouldn’t want Victor, but I do. It’s not like I can turn the desire off. There’s no switch to push or a dial to turn—just me and my lustful thoughts about him. And maybe that’s all it is. I’ve never had sex, so maybe I’m just curious to explore and move forward with my life.
I need to get a job for the sake of my sanity. I doubt I can save enough money from a student job but it’ll give me something to do, a reason to get out of the apartment.
The dull ache in my chest reminds me I have until November to enjoy whatever I can of my life. I’m not giving up. I’ll find a way to get the money.
Alek knocks on the open door and walks into his bedroom.
“Hey, Twinkle. I just need to take some clothes.”
He’s opening drawers and going in and out of the closet, piling clothes into his duffel bag. My face scrunches. It’s been difficult on him, sleeping on the couch and managing the start of football season. I’m in his way.
“Alek, I can check with Student Life to see if they’re still holding my spot at the dorms. But I’m sure they’ll give my room away in a few days, before school starts. You’ll be more comfortable when you’re back in your room and I’m at the dorms.”
He stops in his tracks and gives me a serious look with his iceberg eyes.
“No way, Twinkle.” And then he carries on moving around the room.
I sigh. I’m exhausted with emotions and right this moment, I can’t go against his stubbornness.
“I want to pull my weight around here and help. I’m getting a job.”
After he’s satisfied he has everything he needs in his bag, Alek sits on the bed.
“Getting a job is a great idea. Check the school career website.”
I nod. The silence that falls now is awkward. He’s looking at me, but kind of through me. His eyelids are twitching, reminding me of the times when I don’t get enough sleep and all kinds of muscles in my body tic.
After a long moment, his shoulders slouch, and he sighs.
