Four Week Fiance (Four Week Fiance #1)(59)
“I want you to experience the happiness, the joy, the goodness that you deserve.” My voice sounded too serious and I wasn’t altogether sure why I’d chosen those exact words. I myself wasn’t really sure why I was here, with her, about to do something I knew I shouldn’t do.
“I wish I could control what happens next,” she said, her voice breathless. I gazed down into her eyes and my heart stopped as I saw the emotion there. She was letting me in, baring her soul to me in a naked, vulnerable way. Her eyes reminded me of a young, innocent doe I’d seen in the woods one year when I’d gone deer hunting with a friend’s family. I’d felt guilty then and I felt guilty now as well.
“There’s not much that is going to happen next.” I sounded harsher than I’d intended. I didn’t know how to tell her that I was mad at myself and not at her. She wouldn’t understand the inner turmoil I was in. “We’re going to kiss and then you’re going to dump that loser of a ‘boyfriend’.” I put my hands on her waist and stilled them from going higher.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she squeaked out as she closed her eyes and lifted her lips up to me, waiting. Her shoulders were thrust back indignantly and I stared down at the curve of her breasts and down to her long legs. She’d grown into a beautiful young woman. A very beautiful young woman that I knew I shouldn’t let myself indulge in.
“You’re damn right he’s not,” I growled before bending down and lightly pressing my lips against hers. They were so soft and sweet and she kissed me back eagerly as her fingers fumbled with my shirt. I grabbed her hands and clasped them in mine as I deepened the kiss, allowing my tongue to enter her mouth and taste the delicate hint of freshly picked strawberries that she’d just eaten. She moaned slightly as I sucked on her tongue and my hands moved up her waist, making their way up to her bra. All thoughts of Cody warning me to stay away from his sister were far from my mind.
“Oh, TJ,” she said as she grabbed my hand and moved it up and pressed it against her breast. “Oh, yes.”
“Oh, no.” I stopped and pulled back. Her eyes blinked open and she looked at me with a slightly bewildered and lost expression. She looked hot and flustered and I loved it, though I kept my grin to myself.
“What are you doing?” She pouted. “Why did you stop?”
“You didn’t think it would be this easy, did you?” I said with a smirk, feeling hot and bothered myself. “Nothing happens until I get your decision.”
“But, I just can’t pretend to be your fiancée, TJ. That’s not right.” She licked her lips nervously.
“You can’t?” I said softly, allowing my fingers to trace the curve of her lips. “Or you won’t?”
“I read the contract,” she said and swallowed. “What you’re asking—it’s too much.”
“For you or for me?” I asked, my eyes never leaving hers. “What’s four weeks, Mila?” I said as I pushed the tip of my finger into her mouth and watched as she sucked it gently. She just stared at me, thinking, and I could see her mind racing. She had no idea what to say or do. I’d beaten her at her own game and she knew it. Now I was ready to take my prize. And I was going to take it whether she became my fake fiancée or not. I knew that for a fact as she nibbled on my finger. She’d driven me to the brink. I needed to have her now. I didn’t care about anything else in that moment.
“TJ, what you asked, well–”
My lips crushed down on hers to stop her from speaking as my hand crept over her breast. My other hand moved down to her shorts to unzip them. I was going to take her in the lake. It would be fitting. And then, before I was about to f*ck her, I would make her answer me and tell me yes. She’d say yes and then I would take her, in the water, in the most primal fashion. And we would become one.
“Hey, Mila.” Sally’s voice was heading towards us and I froze. “We’re getting ready to leave. You ready?”
I swore under my breath and stepped away from Mila as Sally came into focus. Her eyes narrowed at me as she stared at the two of us, and I knew that she knew what was in the contract.
“Let’s go, Mila,” she said, and I could tell she wanted to say something else. “Cody wants to tell you something before he leaves.”
“Okay.” She nodded and gave me a small smile as she headed towards her friend. “We have to go now, TJ.”
“I’m going to get your answer sooner rather than later, Mila,” I whispered as she walked past me. “And when I do, you’re not going to know what hit you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Mila
April 18th, 2011
Dear Diary,
Nonno made me promise today that I would marry for love and not for money. I told him that of course I wouldn’t marry for money. I think he was worried because Sally and I were talking about the cars we wanted to drive when we were older. I’d love a Range Rover, black, sports edition. Nonno said to me that he hopes I plan to work hard for it. I nodded, of course, but I think he heard me giggling to Sally telling her that TJ might buy me one when we start dating. I don’t know if Nonno was upset that I wanted to date TJ or that I wanted TJ to buy me a car. Which I really don’t want him to buy. I was just joking. I can buy my own car. One day. If I ever make enough money.