Hot Summer Lust by Juliette Jones Page B

living she’s got planned once she gets there. My chest tightens. I want to be there, it occurs to me. Iwant to be with her as she’s doing it all . Watching movies and discovering music videos and new artists (we’ll get to that one soon enough) and meeting people and eating in restaurants and traveling the world. I want to be the one to show her, and guard her from all the men that will want to charm her and use her and keep her for themselves.
    Well, they can’t have her.
    She’s mine.
    “What about you, Elias? You must be planning on settling down out here, buying this house and all. Where did you move from?”
    I’m not going to lie to her, I’ve decided. Ever. But it’s true I’m enjoying her total ignorance about the whole fame thing . It’s refreshing. “I … also have a house in Nashville. I live there when I’m not hanging out here. ”
    She contemplates me, but there’s nothing: none of that grasping I-want-what-you-have neediness that colors it. “Cool,” she says. “Maybe we’ll see each other.”
    I’m tempted to do it right now. To tell her she can stay there , at my penthouse apartment in the city, to bunk with me and we’ll take it from there. But that would be creepy, practically. Yeah, we’re naked, we’ve gotten each other off a couple times and we’ re working up to what promises to be one hell of a fuck, but it’s too soon to be asking her to move in with me, for Christsakes . For all I know she could morph into a psycho bitch when she’s not being an insanely innocent, ridiculously hot, mind-blowingly gorgeous sweetheart who sings like a songbird that’s still learning how to fly.
    “Elias?” She’s turned shy again and I can’t have that. I want her laughing, and playful.
    “ Yeah? Ask me anything. Anything you want. ” I scoop her up and she’s s queals a little laugh that makes me harder even than I was before. She’s so small compared to me. I could dominate her so easily, physically. Problem is, in every other way she’s got the upper hand. Once I’ve fucked her, I’ll be fine. I’ll get over this little blond obsession , I tell myself, but I’m not convinced. I carry her over to the bed and set her down. I sit next to her. My hard-on is jutting out like an elephant in the room but the fact is we’ve been naked together practically more than we’ve been clothed together. We can handle it.
    “I want you,” she whispers . Then she sort of crawls closer to me, leaning lightly against me with her thigh touching me and her breasts like two scoops of pale perfection. Her fingers do this little walking motion, very slowly, up my leg. She runs a single finger over the slit of my cock, swirling my pre-cum over the crown.
    Jesus Christ.
    “I want you too, baby.” My voice has gone all low and lusty.
    She’s kissing my lips in small, nipping tastes. “ I feel safe with you. I don’t want you to think of it as anything more, though, okay?” she says.“ I’m not expecting anything from you. We’re h aving some fun, but we’re not getting serious or anything. I just want you to be my first.”
    Everything about this girl is new to me. She wants me to fuck her, divest her of her virginity, then watch her walk away. A hot virgin on the pill with no strings attached. Anyone would think it was heaven on earth but there’ s a little cloister of unease to the offer. I don’t want to just fuck her then let her walk away. My caveman is getting all possessive . This is not a good thing.
    “Have you done this … many times before?” It’s curiosity in her tone, not jealousy, and here’s a first: I wish it was.
    “Yeah, a few.”I don’t bother telling her I’ve never done it without a condom. Sure, women try to coerce me all the time , telling me they’ve got things covered. But I’ve never trusted it. Now, the thought of sliding into her with no barrier between us makes me feel like holding her down and fucking her hard right now . “But never, ever with