He pulled back slightly and searched my eyes. Whatever he saw in them snapped the last of his willpower. “Fuck it,” he growled, slamming his lips back into mine.
Frantically, we began to tug at each other’s clothes, pulling off layers as quickly as possible. As he worked the buttons on my jeans, I pulled the hem of his shirt up, desperate to feel every inch of his skin. Reaching behind him, he pulled it up and over his head, dropping it to the table beside me and giving me a front row view of the planes of his chest and the taut muscles that were hidden beneath his shirt. He wasn’t overly muscular, but rather he had the muscles someone earns from hard work and manual labor. I practically salivated at the sight.
Once his shirt was off, he began tugging my unbuttoned jeans down until they hung right below my knees. He stared down at me with a hunger in his eyes that made me shiver.
“Tell me your name,” I demanded, though my tone was soft.
“Telling you my name will only make it harder for both of us to walk away,” he groaned, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down slightly to pull himself out. Fisting his cock, he slid his hand from base to tip and back down, never breaking our gaze. “I told you, Starlight, I’ll fuck up your life. You don’t want me hanging around messing things up. The less you know about me, the better it is for you.”
“No, the better it is for you. And you think walking away is going to be easy for either of us? We just met, but for some reason…” my voice trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought. If he was determined to make this no strings, thenIneeded to recognize it was no strings too.
The problem with no strings was that I didn’t think I could do it. I couldn’t explain the magnetic pull I had for this man, despite having just met him, but it was real and tangible, and I couldfeelthis could be something.
CHAPTERFOUR
My cock was painfully hard as I held it in my hand and stared down at the absolute goddess in front of me. I was driving myself crazy, debating on if I should fuck her senseless or tuck myself back in and walk away. The sight of her laid out in front of me. Only a thin triangle of black lace covering her bare pussy—thesexiestthing she could have possibly been wearing—pushed me to the brink of insanity.
Time stopped, and it felt like hours since we had snuck away to the deserted part of the library, but it had been less than ten minutes. I could still salvage this for both of us. Walk away now and do everything I could to forget about her, her perfect body, and the way every atom in my body knew this would wreck me. She would wreck me.
And I’d wreck her.
Her perfect life, her pure heart, her image.
She didn’t deserve a man like me fucking up her life. The son of a drunk, the outcast, the one that would always have to work harder than any other bastard in the room just to get where I needed to be in life. Although I didn’t know much about her, I knew enough from what she had just told me. Bottom line, she was the daughter of a powerful man with a lot of money.
Devastatingly beautiful with her dark hair, creamy skin, and stormy eyes. She could bring me to my knees from just her looks alone, but as my luck would have it, it seemed as though the woman had the personality to match, too. Isla had goals, dreams, ambitions. She was going to excel in life. I had my own goals and dreams, but Isla—Isla was different. Everything she wanted was within reach if she just allowed it to be, whereas I would have to fight.
I’d slow her down.
And I didn’t want to be the man that slowed her down, but I’d be damned if I didn’t want just a little taste, too.
With one final mental debate, I threw all resolve out the window and sheathed my cock with the condom I had tossed onto the table. Isla watched my movements the entire time, and against all odds, my cock hardened even more.
I was so fucked.
Leaning back down, I pressed my lips against hers and coaxed her mouth open with my tongue, memorizing every inch of her kiss. Moving my fingers to the thin lace that covered her pussy, I pushed them aside and plunged two fingers inside, finding her exactly how I wanted her: dripping wet and ready for me.
Finding a rhythm that had her writhing beneath me, I momentarily lost myself in the ecstasy of her pussy. Her warmth radiated around my fingers, and as she contracted her pussy walls around them, I nearly came on the spot.
Releasing her mouth from mine, I licked my way to her chest, pulling her tank top down before latching onto her nipple, flicking the hardened peak with my tongue. Within a few swirls around it, I was able to draw out a wanton moan from her greedy lips.
I needed to be inside her.
Pulling my fingers out, I took her by surprise when I reached up and pushed them past her swollen lips, inserting them into her mouth. I groaned, feeling her lapping up her taste with a look of ferocity and determination within her gray-blue eyes. Maybe I underestimated her.
Without risking the chance of changing my mind again, I pulled my fingers from her mouth and moved her panties aside, lining myself up with her center. The tip of my cock nudged her entrance. “Last chance to call this off.”
She shook her head. “I’m all in.”
Her words were all I needed to snap my last thread of morality. Slamming into her in one thrust, I was met with her lustful moan when I filled her to the hilt. My eyes practically rolled back in my head with how good she felt, wrapped around my cock perfectly.
The flutter behind my rib cage made me pause, wondering what the fuck was going on. Our bodies were fully connected, but it felt like more. Deeper.
I knew this was a bad idea.
I stood unmoving, committing to memory the way her eyes were hooded, how she bit her lip, and the way she started to squirm from the fullness of me being inside of her.
There was no way I could walk away from this woman after this, no possible way. And the thought absolutely terrified me. I had to force myself, but I knew I needed to at least give her a small piece of myself before I tossed both of our hearts aside. “Caleb. My name’s Caleb Hart.”