Page 77 of Hello Darling
I squeal when he picks me up and carries me to my bedroom. Muffin Top has already learned that my squeals and moans don’t mean that he’s hurting me, it means she should leave the room. His shirtless upper body is strong and warm and I never want to stop touching it. He places me on the floor, steps behind me and pushes my hair to one side, kissing my neck as he pulls the bra straps down off my shoulders.
“This is excellent news,” he says. I think the world famous actor is standing behind me because he doesn’t want me to see how happy he is. He brushes his hands down my bare arms before slowly dragging them up my stomach. “Will you come for two weeks?”
“I can’t be away for that long.”
He uncovers both breasts, peeling the lace front of my bra down, massaging with both hands.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, squeezing my thighs together.
He bites my shoulder, one hand reaches for my panties, applying pressure with his whole hand right where I need it. “One week.”
“I can spend three full days in Europe. Two travel days.”
My arm curls back around his neck, bracing myself, when he starts to rub my clit lightly over the fabric. My other hand reaches behind for his hard cock, which is straining inside his trousers, but he pulls away from me.
“Three days is ridiculous.”
I spin around. “Three perfect days together is what we’ll have.”
He pushes me onto the bed, presses himself down on top of me so there is no space between us. He takes my hands and pulls them up over my head, clinging to them as he stares down at me. He isn’t happy anymore, but he isn’t angry either. “Stella Starkey,” he mutters. It’s a statement, I suppose. He seems resigned to the idea of three full days with me in Europe already. Either that or he just wants to fuck me now and can’t think about anything else. I close my eyes and feel his tongue teasing my nipple.
“Don’t you want to know where I’ll be taking you?”
I hear him unzip his pants. He pulls down my panties and soon he will press himself inside of me and I would probably offer to be his sex slave for the rest of my life, so I will be very clear about this before that happens.
“I will meet you anywhere, Evan Hunter. For three days. And then I’m coming home.”
He says nothing more, as he enters, ramming into me without working up to it. I keep my legs together under him, so all he can feel is my tight warm wetness around him, hear me say his name over and over while I whimper and undulate and he groans and pumps away the frustration.
If it were this, only ever this, it would work and I would make every promise to him.
But even as we come together, his smooth deep voice momentarily out of his control, and reaching as high a pitch as mine, all I’m aware of is the end. Because knowing that there will be an ending is what keeps me together, and gives this thing we have a shape that I can understand.
I will fly to the other side of the world to be with him one last time. I don’t want to say goodbye to him here. I want Port Gladstone to be the place where we were together and happy. Even though there’s a very good chance that I will be miserable here without him, for a while anyway. I want him to have good memories of this town, and for once in my life, I will make beautiful memories somewhere else.
