“And if I’m lucky enough to reach an agreement with you, I plan to spend the next week showing you just how goddamn beautiful you truly are. Okay?”
She nodded emphatically. “Okay. I’ll strike the blindfold from our agreement.”
“Maybe not entirely.” My gaze skated over her chest, moving to her legs, before returning to her eyes. “Blindfolds can be quite a fun addition to the bedroom. Helps increase the other senses.”
“Is that right?” she responded coyly.
“In my experience.”
“Okay. Blindfolds can be an option. Not a condition.”
“Agreed. Now, what else do you need?”
“No pushing for information,” she said without missing a beat.
“What do you mean?”
“I have no intention of sharing anything personal with you. We only have a week. I don’t want to spend it trading sob stories about why we’re so fucked up. Or at least why I’m so fucked up. This week is only about the now. We leave the past at the door. And we don’t think about the future. Because with us…” She gestured between our two bodies. “There is no future. There can’t be. I apologize if that comes off as rude or insensitive, but I don’t want you to agree to this if you have expectations of something more. There won’t be. No matter what. Even if we spend the week having amazing sex and decide we want more, we must promise each other we’ll walk away. That we won’t…fall for each other.”
My curiosity instantly piqued. I was more than willing to agree, since I wasn’t looking for anything more than a fling anyway. I had my reasons for avoiding relationships, even more so after learning Piper may not have been faithful. But what were Belle’s?
“No expectations. I can do that,” I agreed.
“Good.”
“Anything else?”
She shrugged, shaking her head. “That’s about it. One week. No names. No expectations. We don’t share pieces of ourselves and walk away after the week, no matter what.”
I nodded. “No matter what.”
Her gaze remained fixed on mine for several moments, unblinking, mouth slightly agape. Then she laughed nervously. “Did we really just make an agreement to be fuck buddies for the next week?”
I chuckled as I stood, extending my hand toward her. She studied it for a moment, eventually placing hers in it, allowing me to help her up.
“No. We made an agreement for a week of sinful, lust-filled, depraved fucking.” I curved toward her, lowering my lips to hers. “Nothing more. Nothing less.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said softly, more to herself than me.
“You can’t back out now. We have an iron-clad contract,” I teased.
“Is that right?” She pinched her lips together, batting her lashes.
“Absolutely. If you violate any of the terms or fail to…perform your end of the bargain, namely the sinful, depraved fucking, I’ll have to sue you for breach of contract.” Hand clutching her hip, I carefully walked her backward along the lanai. “I’m not certain, but I believe the penalties could be quite…severe.” I waggled my brows as her back hit the dark wood siding of the house.
“What kind of penalties are we talking about here?” She lifted herself onto her toes and edged toward me, her breath warm on my neck. “Or perhaps punishment might be more appropriate.”
With a growl, I pressed against her, trapping her in place. My nostrils flared, muscles tensed, body ached as I circled my hips. The tiniest moan fell from her throat. It was barely audible, yet the way my body responded, you’d think she were in the throes of passion, ready to fall apart.
My fingers burrowed into her auburn curls, digging, clawing, needing. “This may just be the best contract I’ve ever agreed to.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I crushed my mouth against hers, thrusting my tongue past them in a desperate search for what I’d been craving since I first overheard her talking to her friend. Hell, since I left her earlier today.
All morning, I couldn’t get the feeling of her lips out of my head. So soft. So warm. So inviting.
She kissed with passion. With hunger. But also with a hint of vulnerability. She wasn’t kissing me to put on a show, as seemed to be the case with every other woman I’d been with lately. She wasn’t trying to do everything in her power to turn me on. I was already on. I was more than on. Hell, all Belle had to do was look at me with those sultry, mysterious, emerald eyes, and I was more than ready to sink deep inside her.
Moving my hands to her hips, I tore my lips from hers, panting. “Hold on tight.”