"Have sex?" he clarifies with a smile. "No, Serena, you're not ready for me yet."
I want to protest, to say that I'm almost nineteen and the oldest virgin in my class, but then I stop myself. Am I really ready for someone like Dominic Astor to take my virginity? He's a playboy who’s had so many girls he probably wouldn't even be able to count them. Yes, he's hot and funny, and, as it turns out, also intelligent, but what does that change? Will he dump me right after we have sex? Or will he say that we haven't even dated to break up?
"But if you promise not to accost me, I might stay for the night if you're okay with that." He breaks the silence, interrupting my thoughts.
I wasn't ready for him to say that. I nod silently in response, too surprised to speak.
He takes off his boxers, but he didn't turn on the light when we entered the room, so I can't really see him. I want to explore his naked body the way he studied mine. The desire to turn the light on hits me, but I force myself not to.
I turn away from him, facing the window, and see a harvest moon and the sky full of stars. Is it him or the moon that bewitched me, allowing Dominic to do anything he wants with my body?
I'm not able to finish the thought when I feel him getting into the bed next to me, pressing his hard cock to my ass and wrapping his strong arm around my body.
He's big and hard, and the juices of my orgasm make me want to continue our journey. How can he stop himself like that? Will he even be able to fall asleep?
"Don't worry about me," Dom whispers into my ear and places a kiss on my neck, the spot that makes me shiver. "Sleep, Serena, you need to rest. I want you fresh and ready when we continue."
I want to say something, to respond to his words, but after only a moment in his arms, I’m already falling into a dream.
Chapter Ten
Serena
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Dominic asks, brushing his fingers over my naked back. It's been a week since the first time we kissed, and every single night since then, we've spent together, sleeping in my bed, but not having sex.
Well, not exactly since I receive an orgasm every night, sometimes twice, but we both fall asleep after that. When I asked him why, he said that I'm not ready to let him in yet. I don't know why he says so but decided not to argue.
"Tomorrow is Christmas." I turn to face him. It's an early Friday morning, which means it's officially supposed to be our last day of studying together.
We've discussed four books during these two weeks, every one of which Dominic had already read. He's now completely ready for exam retake. When I asked him why he got such a low grade, he changed the subject right away. That makes me think that his studies are somehow connected to his relationship with his family because each time I ask about them, he does the same thing.
"That's exactly why I'm asking you," he continues at ease, not paying attention to my reaction, continuing brushing his fingers over my skin.
"You want to spend Christmas withme?" I raise my voice slightly in surprise, and Dominic starts laughing.
"I know you have a family, Serena, and I'm not asking you to spend Christmas morning with me," he explains as our eyes meet, "but will you be able to at least meet me after dinner?"
Dominic Astor wants to spend Christmas with me. And not only like five minutes during the day, but the whole evening, and the entire night. Doesn't he have other plans, like, a year in advance? I thought every popular guy at school had them.
But I'm too shocked right now to start wondering why he seems to want what he wants.
"Aren't you spending this day with your family?" I ask another question about his personal life, and his face changes right away. I hate when he distances himself from me like that.
"No, I'm not" is the only thing he says, and when I expect him to continue, he turns away, letting me realize that there will be no continuation.
"But why?" I ask once again, not ready to give up that easily. He doesn't respond.
How can the same man be so open and funny one moment and the other minute so distanced and cold?
"Tell me something, at least something about your family," I ask, although it sounds more like begging. An invisible girl begs a famous boy to pay attention to her. What a cliché.
"I don't want to talk about it," he says strictly, getting up from the bed and starting to pull on his pants.
He fully undresses me every single night while he always sleeps in his boxers, so I've never seen his dick in the daylight. His ass is always firm and hard when I squeeze it in my palms.
But no matter how hot Dominic is, you can't build a relationship with a guy who doesn't want to open himself for you. Or maybe he doesn't need a relationship with me, and it's just a fling.
"What do you want to know?" He faces me again, placing his knee on the bed and looking into my eyes. "I'm ready to answer any of your questions except for that one."