One Week Girlfriend - By Monica Murphy Page 0,56

so close against me you couldn't fit a slice of paper between us. "Drew." Her voice is whisper soft as she leans in and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. "This is our last night here. Together."

My body hurts at the realization. This is it. We go back to our regular lives come tomorrow evening. I can't wait for this torture to end, yet knowing that I won't have Fable pretending to be my fake girlfriend any longer...

That stings. More than I care to admit.

Sliding one hand up her back, I slip it beneath her sweater so I'm caressing bare, smooth skin. She trembles beneath my touch as she leans in, her hair falling all around our faces, her lips hovering just above mine. I know what she wants.

I want the same thing.

Tilting my head back against the headboard, I cup her nape and pull her in, our mouths meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. I sneak my tongue out and lick her upper lip, trace the edge of her lower lip, savoring her sweet, decadent taste. A little moan escapes her and I take the kiss deeper, clutch the back of her head harder as I plunder her mouth with my tongue.

I'm overcome with my need for her. I've never felt this way before and memories flood me of our night together. When she so selflessly brought me to orgasm and never asked for anything in return. I want to do the same for her. Give her whatever she wants, whatever she needs from me. I want to be with her, our naked bodies entwined all night long.

We slept all afternoon until late into the night. I also need to make sure she wants this. Wants me...

"Are you hungry? I mean, we only just woke up." I say this after I break apart from her kiss, my lips tingling and already eager to be back on hers. I think I'm trying to give her an out, I don't know. Which is so stupid, but I don't want us to get in too deep only for her to back off.

I know I'm ready. But is she? Really?

Pulling away from me, she reaches for the hem of her sweater and tugs it up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor. She has on a simple white bra, trimmed with lace and the tiniest white satin bow in the center. So innocent and sweet looking, though my thoughts are far from that as I stare at her, contemplating how I can get her out of that damn bra without looking like I'm moving too fast.

"I'm hungry for you," she whispers, her eyes glowing, her swollen mouth glistening from our kiss. "Take off your shirt, Drew."

Without hesitation I reach for the bottom of my shirt and tear it off, leaving it beside me on the bed. Her gaze never leaves mine as she wraps herself around me, her legging-covered legs curving around my waist, her arms going around my neck. She buries her hands in my hair and I close my eyes, absorbing her scent, the feel of her warm body so close to mine. Our upper bodies are skin on skin, her bra the only barrier, and the satiny smooth fabric arouses me further as she brushes her chest against mine.

As our mouths find each other, I'm overwhelmed with emotion for this girl. I've craved this connection with her for days. Hell, I've craved this sort of connection with someone for years, always too afraid to believe in it.

But I'm a believer now. Thanks to my one week girlfriend.

Thanks to Fable.

Fable

Drew Callahan truly has the most beautiful male body I've ever laid eyes on, and I'm embarrassed to admit I've laid eyes on more than my fair share of masculine bodies.

I'm so distracted by his ever-persistent mouth locked with mine that I finally break away from his kiss, happier to soak up all of this exposed muscle and sinew first. Last time we were together, we were shrouded in darkness. Too scared to look at each other for fear of what we really might see.

Now I want to see all. Everything. I want to stare into his eyes the first time he enters me. I want to keep our gazes locked when he makes me come. I want to hear him whisper my name when I make him come...

A shiver moves through me as I slide my fingers across his broad shoulders, down his arms, lingering on his rock