Page 46 of Never Going to Care

“Naw.” I kiss her neck and feel her shiver against me. “Even if you did, I would find it adorable. You’re fucking perfect, Celeste.”

There’s a note of self-deprecation in her tone, “I don’t know about that.”

I pull back enough to look down into her brown eyes, still holding a little bit of sleep haze. There’s conviction in my words, "You’re amazing and perfect just the way you are.”

The way she blushes for me tells me everything I need to know and more. I’ll keep complimenting her until she can’t stand it, until she believes every single word, until it becomes as natural as breathing.

She deserves nothing less and I intend to give her so much more.

“What are your plans for the day?”

She gives me a shy smile and shrugs. “I don’t have any.” The way she peers up at me, as if she’s trying to look into my soul, makes my heart pump hard in my chest. “You don’t have to go into work today, right?”

“Nope,” I pop the p, “I’m off today.” She makes a humming sound and I lean in to kiss her forehead. “Spend the day with me,” I don’t phrase it like a question because if she says no then I think my heart would crumple like a piece of paper.

I need this woman. Need her more than air. More than anything else on Earth.

“Okay,” she whispers and then she’s pulling away from me.

I hate to let her go, but I know I need to do it. For now. I don’t tear my eyes away from her as she makes her way to the bathroom, stretching her hands above her head and showing me the bottom of her ass peeking out from the hem of my shirt she’s wearing as she goes.

I let out a low growl and then I’m up, chasing after her and scooping her up in my arms. She lets out a squeak of surprise. “Hale,” she shouts with surprised agitation, “put me down.”

I shake my head but do set her down next to the sink. We brush our teeth standing next to each other. The way it’s so damn comfortable, so right, is soothing.

I’ve never had this with any other woman. I pushed them away or I didn’t commit. We never really got to the whole cohabitation stage. It was for the best because none of them were her.

Maria was probably the closest, but we were too young for this kind of domesticity. I used to think about her and feel a sting of lost possibility, but not anymore. Now I can only look toward the future I’m going to have with Celeste.

When she pushes me out of the bathroom, I stumble a little because she catches me by surprise. She has a blush on her cheeks as she giggles, “I need to use the bathroom.”

I throw my head back and laugh before grabbing some clothes for me to wear before I take it upon myself to pick something out for her out of her bag. There’s not a lot of options which gives me an idea. I want to spend the day with her doing whatever we want, but we’ll definitely need to stop by her place as well.

The thought of all her stuff being here with her, right where she belongs, squeezes my heart in a vise. I want it so fucking badly. I don’t know how I’m going to gain all her trust before our two weeks together is up, but I’m determined to make it happen. I can’t ever let her go back to her place.

I know it would leave a chasm in my chest, one only she can fill. I need her. I’m not going to let her go.

When the shower turns on, I don’t hesitate to open the door and find her pulling my t-shirt up and off her body. I strip my boxers so fast the seems almost tear. Her brown eyes widen when she looks over her shoulder and sees me, but when I grip the base of my cock and stroke, they darken.

I pick her up again and stride into the shower. When I bought this place, there wasn’t a lot I wanted to update, but I did spend some money and splurge on a new shower. There are some luxuries in life, especially when you haven’t been able to access clean water, that you don’t take for granted. Having a large shower with good pressure wasn’t something I was going to skimp on.

I had the bathroom redone first thing and right now, as I press my woman back against the tile and her legs wrap around me, I am more grateful than I have been every other time I’ve showered in here. Celeste wiggles against me and I groan as my cock parts her wet slit.

“Put me down, Hale,” she pants against my neck.

I rear back a little bit and look at her warily, but I do what she asks. The moment her feet are stable on the ground, she lowers herself to her knees and her hand wraps around the base of my cock. I let out a low growl and tip my head back. It’s almost too much to look down at her and see how fucking sexy she looks on her knees for me.

When her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, my hands reach out and twist in the wet strands of her black hair. I force myself to look down at her and take her in. My eyes lock with hers where I see a mischievousness lurking. One I know is going to bring me to my knees.

What a fucking way to go.

Without breaking eye contact with me, she parts her lips and takes me into her mouth. My knees weaken, but I force myself to lean into the feeling, enjoying the wet warmth of her mouth as she sucks my cock.

“Fuck, Starlight,” I grit out through my teeth.

If I didn’t have the control I do, I’d already be pouring my cum down her throat. The way her little fingers wrap around my cock and stroke me in time with her mouth is like touching the fucking moon and floating among the stars.

When I start pumping my hips, I make sure to do it slowly, but I can’t help how my fingers tighten in her hair. I get lost in the sensation of her bobbing up and down on my cock. I can see how much my woman enjoys giving me pleasure in the depths of her eyes.

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