“Oh, yeah? Name one thing other than your dick that draws you to me.”
“Your beauty,” I say at once, knowing that’s the wrong thing to say, but I’m playing a role here too.
“Beauty is fleeting, Caleb. That’s a shit reason to want a woman in your bed.”
“Izzy, I’m just asking you to give us a chance.”
She exhales. “You live almost five hours away. My life’s here, Caleb. Yours isn’t. Add that to the fact you’re only here because I’m probably the first woman ever to turn you down and walk away, we’re a disaster waiting to happen.”
“Fine, then at least give me tonight before you kick me to the curb.”
She’s wavering—which is exactly what I need. “Caleb …”
“One night,” I say. “To say goodbye.”
“Caleb—”
“You can’t push me away without giving me one last chance to experience how good your sweet mouth sucks my cock, baby. That’s too cruel.”
“God, you’re an idiot,” she huffs. “Fine.”
“I’ll just get the wine I brought earlier,” I murmur, going to her mini fridge. I take out the bottle of wine, then sift around the small cabinet over the tiny sink and find a red Solo cup. I pour a glass of wine and bring it over to her. Handing her the cup, I keep the bottle in my hand.
“You’re not going to drink?” she asks.
I grin because she’s so shocked that she doesn’t ask me when I brought the wine. This is a big win. It’s almost too easy.
“I’m going to drink it off you. Now, strip naked and get on your knees in front of the bed. I want to be able to play with your tits while you suck my cock.”
“Always the romantic,” she huffs.
“It’s a gift,” I joke, my laugh sounding fake even to me.
I walk over to her bed, put the bottle down on the mattress and undo my pants. She looks up at me confused, while she pulls her shirt off, then tosses her bra on the floor too.
“You’re not even going to take your pants off?” she huffs.
“You like it when I fuck you against the wall. Didn’t you tell me it excited you to feel my jeans pressing against your skin?”
“I was mostly talking about how you couldn’t wait to have me—not that you were too damn lazy to take your pants off,” she grumbles.
“Well, I’m not going to waste time taking my pants off when you are only giving me this one time to remember you by. Now be a good little slut and open that pretty mouth for me,” he responds.
“FYI, asshole. That kind of talk is only hot when you have me close to coming. Not when you order me around just to get what you want.”
“Suck me, Izzy. I’m in a bitchy mood because you want rid of me. Bring me to heaven and I’ll show you just how much I need and want you, baby girl.”
“Damn it, Caleb. It’s not that I want to get rid of you. We just don’t have a future. I should have never started up with you. I knew better, but I couldn’t resist. Besides, you’re the one that told me you didn’t do serious, remember?”
“I didn’t until you,” I confess, and my heart hurts because she can tell I’m being honest. Sadly, I can also see why Izzy doesn’t believe me.
“Stop, okay? This is hurting me, too, you know. It’s better we do it now, though—instead of waiting and letting whatever this is get deeper—or worse.”
“What could be worse?” I ask.
“You remember you don’t do relationships and me ending up alone, maybe pregnant because a condom failed?”
“If I knock you up, trust me, the last thing I’m going to do is run, Izzy,” I promise.
