One Week Girlfriend (Drew + Fable #1)(54)

“Fable, listen to me. I fell asleep. I’ve been asleep for hours. I woke up not even fifteen minutes ago and the second I saw your message, I hopped in my truck and sped over here.” I spread my arms wide. “Look at me. I ran in the f**king rain across my apartment parking lot and yours to get to you.”

“So what?” Her flippant tone irritates me. Fable in tough mode is back on full force and I don’t like it, though I probably deserve the attitude.

“Come on.” I scratch the back of my head. “Just tell me this. Are you all right? Everything okay with your mom and your brother? No crazy emergencies or anything?”

She frowns. “No emergencies. We’re fine.”

“Good.” My heart eases a little and I rub my chest, thankful she’s okay. “If you don’t want me here, I get it. I just...after seeing that text, I had to make sure you were safe.”

I ease my foot away so she can close the door and turn, ready to leave when I hear her speak.

“Drew…wait.”

Slowly I turn back around to find she’s opened the door all the way, allowing me to fully see her. And f**k, she’s so beautiful. Her face scrubbed completely of makeup, her expression wary, all that gorgeous hair a wavy mess that tumbles just past her shoulders. The T-shirt only hints at her curves, but I know exactly what she looks like beneath it and my fingers itch to take it off of her.

“Yeah?” My voice cracks and I clear my throat. I should stay away from her. Keeping her close brings her into my disastrous world and she has enough problems on her own. She doesn’t need mine to royally screw up her life.

“Could you…will you come inside and stay with me?”

My heart stills, literally skips a beat and I take one step forward, ready to leap at this opportunity. Despite the warnings going off in my head, despite knowing I’m not good enough for her, I don’t want to turn her away.

I can’t turn her away. I’m drawn to her. I have to have her. At least one more time before I walk away from her for good. It would be in her best interest that I stay out of her life, no matter how selfish I want I am. I want to keep her with me.

Forever.

“Where’s your mom?” I ask, my voice deceptively casual.

“With her boyfriend.”

“And your brother?” I sink my teeth into my lower lip, gnawing at it. I’m this close to doing the right thing and walking away from her.

But I’m also this close to pushing her inside and tearing that shirt right off her tight little body so I can have her naked and beneath me in seconds.

“He’s spending the night at his friend’s house.” She opens the door wider, a clear invitation she wants me there. “Please Drew. Come in. You’re getting rained on.”

She’s right. I am. Even with the slight overhang that covers her front door, I’m getting drenched. And it sucks.

“Are you sure you want me?” I ask, my voice low. There’s double meaning behind my words. I hope she gets it.

Fable nods slowly, her lips curving into the slightest smile. “I definitely want you.”

Without another word, I stride into her apartment, walking right past her. She closes the door, turns the lock as I turn on her. I slip my arms around her waist and pull her in to me, needing to feel her body as soon as possible.

She surprises me, launching herself at me, her arms going around my neck and her legs curling around my waist. I grab her to keep her in place, my hands gripping her ass. She’s wearing flimsy panties, so thin I can feel her warm, pliant flesh and I groan as she presses her mouth against mine.

We were last together only a few hours ago. Hell, I was inside her body only this morning. But I feel like we’ve been separated for weeks. Months. Our mouths are ravenous, her hands buried in my hair, holding me close as I stumble around her living room, finally collapsing on her couch with her still wrapped around me. She’s shoving at my sweatshirt, I’m pulling on her T-shirt, and I win the first round, disentangling her from the oversized shirt and whipping it off her body.

She’s naked save for the panties and they don’t cover much. My c**k is hard as steel as I drink her in greedily, my eyes unable to focus on just one thing. The entire package is gorgeous. Sexy as hell.

And all mine.

Fable scoots closer, lifting her body a little so her br**sts are right in my face. She’s teasing me, those pretty pale pink ni**les so close to my mouth. I take one in deep, sucking her, swirling my tongue around the hard bit of flesh. She’s moaning, grinding her hips against me, her hands clutched tight in my hair and I slip a hand beneath her panties to stroke her wet flesh.

“Oh God, Drew.” She’s panting my name, writhing against me while I continue to stroke her. This is nothing like last night, where we took our time and explored each other’s bodies.

Right now, I’m frantic, almost out of control with the need to make her come. She moves her hips against my fingers when I sink them deep, her gaze locking with mine as she parts her lips. A shuddering sigh escapes her and then she’s coming, just like that.

Pride suffuses me as I watch her. I’m thinking like an arrogant prick, but damn that’s a turn on, how easily I just made my girl come.

Somehow we end up in her tiny bedroom, me carrying her in there. Knocking into furniture in the dark, making her giggle as I drop her onto the bed. Her laughter moves through me, she sounds so happy, so carefree and for a little while, I can pretend I’m the same.