43. Cole

Ihadn’t exactly planned to seduce her this way, especially not with Anya downstairs, but the woman before me was a witch. She had cast a spell on me. I just couldn’t say no. She was so damn beautiful she held the lure of a vixen in the palm of her hand. Her beauty was electric in a way that made my body throb, yet so soft it made my heart want to melt. She wore her allure lightly, in her eyes, her smile, and her flushed cheeks.

Fuck, I needed her.

I couldn’t help it.

I needed to come inside her again and forget myself, even for a little while. I instantly grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

Her eyes widened.

“Oh! Is this the tour you meant?” she asked, retreating as I approached her.

“If it”s not the kind of tour you want, then why are so many of your buttons open?”

The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she stopped. What I wanted more than anything was to suck on those breasts. With one finger on her chest, I pushed and she fell backwards, her arms flailing. Wasting no time, I joined her.

“Anya,” she whispered hoarsely.

“Anya is sleeping. Usually, when she falls asleep like this she won’t awaken for at least an hour.” I stroked her nipples, watching her, feeling hot lust build in my body. It was hard to imagine how someone could be this wholesome and beautiful and at the same time be such a temptress. She truly was dangerously close to my heart, and if I let down my guard, she would open the door and enter.

She smiled, and it was so beautiful I leaned forward and kissed those sweet lips.

I had intended it to be brief, but I couldn’t hold myself back. My tongue slid into her mouth, and I was gone. Ever since the storage room I had been dying to do this to her.

We saw each other at school, but it was from a distance. I could only eye her from afar, and that had tortured me.

Numerous times in the middle of the night, I had woken up with a hard-on, from dreams of being inside of her. It was impossible for me to go to sleep after that, so I”d get up and head over to rub out my cock until I was spurting hard, but what else could I offer her? I might have to leave in a moment. Worse, Paganini’s men could turn up here and kidnap her to use as a bargaining chip.

In my heart, I knew she was the one for me, and one day, when things worked out the way I planned, then I would come back and claim her, but until then it could only be this; stolen moments.

“I can’t promise you anything.”

”I didn’t ask for anything.”

”I know. I just wanted to make sure you knew. I don’t want to mislead you.”

“Don’t worry. I get it. You’re hot stuff and you have a lot of choice-“

I put my finger against her lips. Sighing, I pushed her hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. I wanted to commit every bit of her features to memory.

”No, I’m not … hot stuff. I can’t think of a serious relationship right now because I have problems that I have to sort out first.”

”What sort of problems?” she asked.

I let my gaze slide away as I thought of what I could say that would be as close to the truth as possible without endangering me or her.

”I don’t want to go into details, but Anya’s mother is not well,” I replied. ”She got herself entangled with the wrong crowd in New York, got involved with drugs, and now she is unstable. Anya is very attached to her, so her absence has caused significant damage. We just got away from all of that, but as it stands it’s still an unresolved problem … Anya needs time. We both need time without new distractions or obligations.”

“That’s what I am? A distraction or obligation?”

”Distraction? Yes, you’ll always be that. I can’t look at you without wanting to carry you off to my bed. But an obligation? That’s not the right word. You’d be a responsibility. Sounds like a negative thing, but it’s not. It’s the only way I want to be with you. Just like Anya is my responsibility to love, cherish, and protect. It will be the same with you, but right now I want all of my focus to be on Anya until I’ve solved this problem. Until she stabilizes mentally.”

”Stabilizes mentally,” she repeated. ”Is there something wrong with her now?”

”She’s been having nightmares, but I don’t want to take her to see anyone yet because that might make her start thinking there’s something wrong with her when it could be a problem that will resolve itself.”

Her forehead creased. “What kind of nightmares?”

”She won’t exactly share what they are. She tries to brush it off, but she never used to do that before so it bothers me that she’s so hesitant about sharing it with me.”

”Oh,” she nodded, shifting slightly underneath me to get more comfortable. I had most of my weight on my arms, but that moment had passed. I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling.

”Okay,” she said.

”Okay, what?”

”Okay. Nothing serious.”

”You sure?” I asked.

She smiled, but the lights had gone out of her eyes. ”I don’t know how I will feel in the future, but for now I’m not ready to let go of this thing we have going on.”

I smiled too, pleased to hear that for now I could still keep her, but a part of me felt sad for dimming the happiness from her face.

We remained silent, neither of us moving towards the other.

I looked at my watch. “Our one hour is nearly up,” I said softly.

There was a knock on our door, and she turned to face me. “Bullseye.”

I sat up and put my t-shirt back on, and Montana jumped to her feet. I watched as she headed over to the door. She unlocked the door and opened it.

”You did the tour without me?” Anya complained.