Chapter Forty-seven Evan Sterling’s POV (Ten Years Before)

“I don’t want Brian, Evan. I don’t want any other man either! I didn’t go there to get hooked up I just needed a friend. You have no right to think the worst of me.”
“Estera—”
“Is that what you think that I want? A rich guy?” she asked and slightly drew back from me as she averted her eyes. I watched her lips tremble as if she could barely hold in her emotions.
“No,” I replied, feeling like an ass.
“Why did you say that to me, Evan?” she said, darting me a hurt-filled gaze.
“I—”
“So, you think whatever this is … this thing we have – is because of your money?” she said, and made effort to pull completely away. I didn’t let her. I gripped her by the nape of her neck, making her gaze into my eyes.
I didn’t make any attempt to mask my emotions. I wanted her to see what I was feeling in my eyes. And then I repeated firmly, “No.”
“Why then did you say that to me, Evan?” She asked again with fresh tears streaming down her beautiful face.
“I was out of line–-” I started to apologize
“I want to go home, please,” she said, shutting her eyes and her shoulders shook with tears. “I am so tired. I can’t deal with this today, on top of everything else, Evan. My face hurts— I just want you to take me back home, please.”
“No, baby, listen to me,” I found myself pleading, somewhat desperate, and not knowing how to curtail the reaction I had triggered as a result of my insensitivity and jealousy. So I did the only thing to make her stop trying to draw away from me. I kissed her.
Brushing my lips against hers did give me a hint of how consuming kissing her would be. I am Evan Sterling, a very experienced twenty-six-year-old, and what old-timers would call an unrepentant rake, and I lost myself as soon as I touched my lips to hers.
I was consumed by the feelings she invoked in me, and had no idea if I was kissing her right nor was I calculatedly giving her pleasure so as to have my way with her. I just felt sucker punched and completely out of control in the arms of an eighteen-year-old.
“Evan,” she called my name and I let out a low moan as I slipped my tongue into her mouth, exploring her sweet taste. I stroked, probed, and twirl my tongue with hers, loving the way she tasted and the smell of her breath.
In the back of my mind, the possibility that I would probably be the first man to do this with her made me grow painfully hard for her, knowing if I were to take her right now she would be mine -- all mine made it even worse.
My line of thought made me stop, and I buried my face in the nook of her neck, breathing hard as I struggled to contain my emotions. Estera ran her fingers through my hair, stroking my scalp and my arms tightened painfully around her.
“Stop. Please. I beg you,” I whispered fervently.
“Evan,” she called, and slowly cupped my jaw as she looked into my eyes. “I don’t want your money,” she said in a barely audible tone.
“I know,” I said, sounding breathless. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I was just angry—And jealous,” I confessed sheepishly and attempted a smile. “Apparently, I don’t think straight with the thought of you with any other man.”
“I—”
“You what?” I prompted, when she paused, biting her lower lip. “Say it. You can say anything to me, Estera—” I demanded passionately, knowing exactly what she wanted to say to me, but needing to hear it anyways.
“I want you,” she whispered shyly. I groaned, lowering my face to kiss her again. Her lips were incredibly soft and tasted of something sweet. I wanted to continue to suck on it. My cock strained painfully in my pants. ‘Jesus! She is going to be the death of me,’ I thought, then said out loud, “You shouldn’t say that to me.” My voice was low and deeper than normal.
“Why not? I am not a minor, Evan”
“I know you are no longer a minor, but that doesn’t mean I should immediately take you to bed. I want more than that from you,” I confessed, surprising myself, but thought if she wasn’t a virgin, I would be plundering her right about now.
“So how long are you going to make me wait?” she asked, pressing gently against my front, and my heart swelled to the point that I thought it was going to explode. God! The way she was looking into my eyes was ensnaring me, trapping my very soul. She looked so innocent and her hunger for me was evident in her beautiful, mesmerizing eyes. I was glad that my kissing her had taken away the hopelessness and sadness in them a moment before.
“Why did you ask me that, Estera?”
“I want you to— I can’t. I—” she pressed her lips together as if she couldn’t figure out how to express her feelings to me or wasn’t just brave enough to tell me what she wanted.
“You want me to be your first?” I asked, stroking her bruised cheek with my thumb. She nodded. “Is that all you want? Just for me to be your first?”
“I also want more—” she whispered.
“Then tell me, baby –- tell me how far you wish to take this,” I said as I lowered my face to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Tell me, please,” I added in desperate need.
“I want to be yours —”
“You are already mine, Estera—”
“Forever yours,” she added in a shaky whisper and I felt her hands under my shirt. Her fingers stroked my skin while she continued to press hard against me. I drew back and practically tore off my shirt, not caring if I had buttons scattering everywhere. My eyes held hers as she continued to hold my gaze. Her hands went to my belt and I let her unbuckle it. When she pulled down my trousers, I stepped out of them and she dipped her hands into the band of my boxers with the back of her hands brushing against my skin. I swallowed a moan breathing hard. My shaft sprang out when she pulled down the white, cotton boxers underneath, and her chest quivered as she breathed through her luscious parted lips. I raised my hand to stroke the corner of her mouth, feeling her gingerly touch my cock. I let out a groan when she wrapped her fingers around the throbbing shaft and let the sheet covering her body slip to the floor. I lowered my face to press my forehead against hers, breathing hard as I gently stroked the back of my hand against her pale pink nipples.
“Evan—” she moaned.
“Yes?”
“Teach me how to love you,” she whispered. “I am aching for you.”
I lifted her up, climbed the bed with her, and gently placed her on the mattress. My skin felt hot as if I was running a fever. I wanted inside her so bad I was shaking from it.