Closing her eyes, she brings me down, our lips touching ever so softly. Parting, I kiss her gently again, enjoying the sweet tenderness of our kisses. Pulling back, I look down at her, and she is just so beautiful. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips parted and swollen from my kisses. Her breasts are pushed up against my chest, her hands at my sides holding me close while stray pieces of her hair fall from her braid.

“You’re so beautiful. So amazing, Claire.”

She cups me behind my neck and brings me down to her lips for a long heart-pounding kiss. My whole body catches on fire, moving against her, rubbing myself to the point that I’m sure I’m going to come in my boxers. Our limbs are tangled, our mouths moving together in such a perfect way. I’m humming with awareness of her, our breaths coming so harshly while we continue to tease and drive each other crazy. I know I should stop this. I already can’t see straight and I’m harder than a board, but I can’t seem to pull my mouth from hers.

Finally, she does and I thank the Lord above, but then she whispers, “Make love to me.”

Everything stops. I’m frozen, and oh God, how I want to. My dick jumps to life, pointing right to her heavenly center, but my brain is screaming that it isn’t time yet. We have to wait. No matter how much we both want it, it’s better this way. This way I know she’ll never doubt me, doubt us, because if I can hold out from being inside this beautiful woman, I have to love her. That’s all there is to it. Maybe I need it too. Maybe this is the real test to show me that I don’t need anything or anyone but her.

Shaking my head slowly, my lips dust against hers as her breath comes out in a whoosh. “We have eight days left.”

“Bending the rules, remember?”

I shake my head. “No rule bending, you naughty girl. We’re in this together.”

Moving her hands into my boxers, she cups my ass, pressing her center against my raging hard-on, and fuck, I go cross-eyed. Letting out a ragged breath, I take in another deep one as she says, “I want you, though.”

“Oh baby, you have no idea how much I want you,” I basically whimper. “But it’s better if we wait. Remember, guarantees and showing you you’re the one and all that jazz. Please, don’t make this any harder than it already is,” I say, pleading. “I don’t think I can keep saying no.”

A grin crosses her lips as her hands leave my body and come between us. I think she’s going to touch my dick and ignore my plea. If she does do that, fuck it, put a fork in me, I’m done. But to my surprise, her hand goes into her panties.

Meeting her gaze, I know my eyes are wide as she says, “I’m so fucking turned on, Jude. I have to get off, and if you won’t do it for me, I have to. I just do.”

She moans as her fingers touch her center, and I can’t speak. I can’t even think. Somehow, I push myself up, giving her room to touch herself. With her eyes locked on mine, she starts to finger herself and I can’t breathe. Falling back on my haunches, I reach for her thong and pull it off her, throwing it over my shoulder so I can watch her fingers slowly move in her wet pussy. I’ve never had a girl finger herself in front of me like this; my dick is rock hard. I can’t see straight but somehow I continue to watch her, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch her fingers glisten with her wetness, teasing me in the most unfair way. I want my mouth on her, I want to lick her pussy dry, but I know if I touch her, I’m going to lose it. I’m going to fuck her so hard that both of us won’t be moving for the next twelve hours.

Closing her eyes, her hand pulls her bra up, catching her nipple between her fingers as she slowly fucks herself with her beautiful fingers. The thought that she must do this often turns me on even more, and I’m not sure how I’m still sitting here without touching her.

I must fucking care. A whole hell of a lot because soon she’s panting, moaning sweetly as she plays with her clit, her eyes meeting mine again, and my body is so tight, I don’t dare move. I’m scared even the littlest move and I’ll fall dick-first inside her, intentionally. Holding my gaze in her hot, lusty, dirty one, she runs her tongue along her lip and then her whole body seizes up. She moans out loudly, hitting her climax, and fucking hell, my balls draw up and I’m fucking coming in my boxers.

Bracing my hands on my knees, I take in a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. I don’t, can’t move for what seems like hours. I’ve never done that. I always have to touch my dick to come. I’ve never just come from just watching a girl get off. Fuck, that was hot. When her hands come up to my face and her mouth presses against mine, I melt against her, wrapping my arms around her.

Parting slowly, I kiss her bottom lip, then her chin before meeting her satisfied gaze. “I wish you would have done it for me. I was hoping you would take over.”

“Yeah, I wanted to, baby, but I couldn’t trust myself,” I admit.

A sneaky grin comes over her lips as her arms hang loosely around my neck. “So eight more days of this?”

“Yes, eight fucking days.”

She giggles as I unhook her arms before climbing down the ladder. When I throw my boxers off and into the hamper, she asks, “What are you doing?”

“Well, while you were getting off, I got off, in my boxers.”

“You came in your boxers?” she asks, her face red and laughter playing in her wide eyes.

“Yes, Claire, see what you do to me?”

“Sorry?”

I flash her a dark look. “Don’t be sorry, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her sneaky grin is back, and I try to ignore it as I pick up her thong, handing it back to her. Hitting the light, I climb the ladder and then get under the covers with her, pulling her body close against mine. After I kiss her temple, she nuzzles into my neck and soon sleep takes over.

The next morning, I feel her moving and I wake up reaching for her, but she’s already getting dressed. When I see Jayden in bed, I glare but then look back at Claire as she comes up to the side. Why the hell is he in here? Asshole.

“He’s asleep. Don’t worry, he didn’t see anything.”

“I’m still gonna kick his ass,” I say, glaring.

“Don’t, Jude, he just wants to sleep in his bed.”

Meeting her sweet gaze, I shrug, deciding I won’t kick my brother’s ass, or maybe I will and not tell her. Cupping her face, I ask, “Are you heading out?”