Page 45 of Dirty Money
“I’m not even hungry,” she said, as she tried to catch her breath.
With a quick peck, he moved her off his lap and grabbed a throw off the back of the sofa, covering her up. He grabbed another and wrapped it around his waist then went to answer the door.
She watched his every move, mesmerized by his perfect physique. Her finger traced her lips that were still pulsing from their kiss. When he returned with the food, she attempted to push it away.
“No, peach. You must eat,” he told her as he pulled the things out of the bag.
“How about I eat afterward?”
With a shake of his head, he put that idea to rest. “Eat first. I plan on tiring you out tonight.”
She sat up, eager to hurry and eat and see what he had planned to tire her out. “Really?”
He nodded and smiled a naughty smile. She bit into the eggroll first as he opened the container of egg drop soup then plunged a plastic spoon into it.
“Really.”
Her interest was piqued and she felt the food would give her the energy she’d need for his big plan. One spoonful of soup after another soon had the container empty and she finished off the eggroll then wiped her mouth with the paper napkin.
“I’m all done.”
He picked up the mess and went to toss it in the trash, which he found was full. “Okay, this is full. Where are your trash bags?”
“Oh, those.” She shrugged. “I’m out. Just put it all back in the bag it came in and leave it on the table. I’ll try to remember to get some tomorrow. But I have a full day and night, so it might be later in the week before I get to that.”
“And by that time, you could be infested with vermin. How I wish you’d come live with me. You’d have no worries. Anyway,” he said as he placed the bag on the table and went to her. “This weekend I want you to come and spend it with me. Bring Bruce. I want to show you what I made for you.”
Her eyes narrowed as she said, “What did you make for me?”
“Something that will help you become the artist you aspire to be. And not a starving one, either.” He kissed the tip of her nose then took her hand and led her to her loft bed. Boosting her up on it, he jumped up behind her. “It’s kind of like a treehouse up here.”
“Kinda,” she agreed as she looked around. “About the weekend, West. I’m on the schedule to work on Saturday night. I do have Sunday and Monday off. I can stay Sunday but I don’t want you to have to wait for me so late on Saturday night.”
He sighed as he unhooked her bra. “That stupid job, Aulora. Really, how much money did you make in the last week?”
The bar had been slow all week long. Her tips didn’t amount to a hill of beans. And everyone told her she was an idiot for not taking him up on his offer to live with him. Even though they barely knew each other, everyone told her she was certifiable. They all saw the huge change in her usually blah demeanor.
Aulora was head over heels in love and there was no hiding it!
His hands held hers above her head as he teased her aching nipple with his mouth and played with her pulsing clit with his free hand. He was true to his word, he was toying with her, making her climax time and time again, wearing her out.
When she moaned with her fifth orgasm, he saw fit to let her hands go and finally move inside her. She was panting as he entered her and soaking wet. “Yes!” she moaned as she ran her hands over his muscular back. “That’s what I’ve been craving!”
He was pleased she wanted him so badly. The previous week had brought them closer and they’d gained so much knowledge about what made the other happy in the bedroom and in everyday life too. He kissed a soft patch of flesh just behind her ear. It made her arch up to him every time. He whispered, “I love you.”
She moaned the words back to him, the way they’d fallen into doing. Their bodies knew how to work together. There was no denying Aulora brought more out in him than anyone had ever done before.
Weston found himself looking at engagement rings one afternoon as he waited at the mall to meet her for a quick lunch. The jewelry store was nowhere near the caliber he’d really buy a ring from but he’d stopped and looked them over. One of them caught his attention, and he’d toyed with the idea of looking for a real engagement ring for her.
When he told his friend, Dylan, what he’d done, they guy smacked him on the back and told him he should go for it. He’d told him that he’d never seen him so smitten. “Why wait?” were Dylan’s actual words.
But he decided to wait anyway. Things had been going so great. So smooth. So unlike how things had started for them. He didn’t want to press his luck. And he’d had bad luck before when things got rushed.
Weston made easy, long strokes as he looked into her steely blue eyes. Her hands moved over his cheeks as she gazed back into his. They had a deep connection, of that there was absolutely no doubt. He knew he should tell her the truth. But that had always led to words about feeling sorry for him and he hated to hear those words.
Most of the time, he didn’t let that dark memory come to the surface. It was too painful. It had been ten years since things had changed so drastically. His future had been altered but only for what seemed like a moment. Then it was back to normal again. Only a hole was left in his heart that he knew would never fully mend.
A swift intake of breath from Aulora had him focusing on her face as she gave him what he wanted. Her body squeezed his and he had no choice but to give into what her body demanded from his.
