Page 18 of Two days, One Pucking Night

I want to tell her I’m not sure if her brother would even want to be friends once he discovers my other secret. Adding this thing between us to the equation would only complicate things even more.

“He doesn’t have to know.”

I want to believe her, but I don’t think I believe those words myself.

We share something. Call it an attraction, compulsion, or hunger. Whatever it is, it cannot be hidden. So, even if Zayn doesn’t know, my natural response to her nearness would give it away.

She reaches for my shirt, unbuttoning it with enthusiasm and fervor.

“He never has to know.”

I go along because her hand against my skin feels too good to deny her.

“Yes.” She places a chaste kiss on my chest.

Fuck.

“Let me make you feel good. So you can forget everything.”

From the hitch in her voice, I’m unsure if her promise is directed toward me or herself. I can’t lie and say the idea is not appealing or tempting. Especially right now.

”Just for tonight, Xavier.”

I lose myself when she looks up at me, her thick lashes framing her face in a way that makes me want to drop the world at her feet. The slight smile tugging the corner of her lips tells me that is the desired effect. But I’m a goner. For her. For this. And as much as I want to push her away, I want this. I need this.

I relinquish control and give in. “Not tonight.” I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her closer.

I tilt my head and lower my lips to hers. Sofia melts into my hold, groaning as I kiss her. I take my time tasting and savoring her. Her lips, soft, rich, decadent. Everything I envisioned they would be.

The kiss is slow at first, but the taste of her, her scent, her small whimpers as I deepen the kiss, take me off kilter. I’m hungry. Ravenous. Desperate for more. More of her. More of this.

“Xav.”

My nickname on her lips is my undoing. “Two days and one more night. Not just now.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

My hands lower, and I don’t waste time, pushing her shorts down until they pool by her feet.

“Then we go back to how we were before.” When the words leave my mouth, there is a bitter aftertaste, an unjust truth behind them, but this is all I can offer her. Me for a limited time. Anything else is impossible.

“Ok.”

“That’s all I can offer. I can’t offer you anything else, Sofia.” I need to make this fucked up truth clear.

“No strings attached,” she agrees, frantically ripping my pants off until I’m left in nothing but my underwear. Sofia licks her lips. “I need you.”

“I got you, princess.” I don’t need her to explain what she means. I can see it in her eyes and how her chest rises and falls—she needs this as much as I do.

My hands move down her sides, down to the back of her legs. I lift her off the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist. I place her on the kitchen island and spread her flat against the marble tile like a feast ready to be devoured.

“Open your legs, princess.”

Sofia follows my orders, scooting so her feet are rested against the island’s edge.

“Wider, baby.” My eyes are locked on her glistening pussy. A smooth canvas that makes my mouth salivate. I lower my head to her opening and inhale. “Fuck, Sofia, you smell divine.” I groan, unable to control myself.

My hands press down on her waist, keeping her in place. I kiss the insides of her thighs, taking time to savor her. When I blow against her clit, Sofia squirms.

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