One Week Girlfriend - By Monica Murphy Page 0,58

from me, getting off the bed. "I'll be right back."

I watch him leave and I throw my arm over my eyes, trying my best to calm my racing heart, my accelerated breath. My body is so ramped up, it won't take much to send me right over the edge. I'm trembling, so full of adrenaline and desire and whatever other mysterious emotions are swirling inside my body. I've never, ever felt like this before. Ever.

The realization leaves me breathless.

Drew slips back inside the room minutes later, shutting the door and turning the lock into place. I watch him quietly as he walks toward the bed and sets a small box of condoms on the bedside table. I meet his gaze, one eyebrow raised and he smiles.

"We lucked out. There's a box in the bathroom under the sink. They're always there, like towels and shampoo and soap. They keep this guesthouse busy, like a hotel sometimes, I swear. My dad always has business clients staying here."

Huh. Well, if the Callahans always have guests staying with them, at least they're providing a safe haven.

I can't ponder the condom issue too long though. Not when Drew is busy undoing the snap and zipper on his jeans, letting them fall from his hips to a heap around his ankles before he kicks them off. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, how he fills out his black cotton boxer briefs so perfectly.

And then he's taking those off too, and I'm staring unabashedly, marveling at how big he really is and how that might feel when he finally joins his body with mine.

As in, it might hurt. All of a sudden, I'm scared shitless.

I swear he can sense my change in mood and he tries to reassure me. He gathers me in his strong arms, holding me close. I shut my eyes and bury my head against his firm chest, breathe in his clean, unique scent. He's gentle, he's tender but he's also persistent and soon we're kissing, searching each other's bodies with busy hands, rolling around the mattress like a couple of kids in a playful wrestling match.

But there's nothing playful about this big, muscular man pinning me to the bed, my arms spread above my head, his fingers locked around my wrists as he studies me with those beautiful blue eyes.

He slipped the condom on only moments ago. I know he's ready. I'm ready. But I'm still nervous. This is such a turning point in our relationship, something we can never go back on. I won't forget him or this night. He's permanently writing himself in my personal history.

"There's no going back," he whispers, as if he can read my mind.

I slowly nod, too overcome to find words.

"Once I'm inside you, you're mine."

Oh. I never, ever thought hearing a guy say that would arouse me so much, but it does. I've always thought of myself as an independent person. I belong to no one.

But the idea of belonging to Drew fills me with so much joy, I'm afraid I might burst.

"I want you to be mine, Fable." Loosening his hold on my wrists, he dips his head, nuzzling my cheek, my nose. It's the sweetest, sexiest gesture and I moan as I circle my arms around his neck and cradle him close.

"I want to be yours," I answer in a breathy whisper. "I want to belong to you, Drew. Only you."

He kisses me, at the same time sliding his body into mine. Inch by thick inch, taking my breath away with the shear size of him and I tense up, holding my breath as he rocks deeper and deeper into me.

"I'm hurting you." He presses sweet, quick kisses all over my face. "Relax. Breathe."

I do as he urges, trying my best to ease the tension from my abdomen and it becomes easier, Drew pushing inside me. His entire body is tense from holding back, his skin covered in a fine mist of sweat and I wiggle my hips, spread my legs a little bit wider, allowing him to sink deeper.

We both groan at the sensation and start to move. Together. Tentatively at first, learning each other's rhythm, tuning our bodies until they become synced in fluid, easy motion. He rocks into me, harder. Harder still, making me lose my mind with his every thrust. I'm losing myself, my brain is fuzzy, my thoughts distant. All I can do is feel. The incredible wave threatens, I know I'm about to go completely