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Yes.
“I don’t mind it when you use it,” I settled for saying. Tonight, while Eve was out of it, unfiltered and raw and beautiful as hell, wasn’t the time to tell her how tangling with her had become the best part of my day.
I finished putting bandages on her cuts and smoothed them down. When I glanced up, she was watching me.
“You can’t fool me,” she whispered.
I waited for her to continue.
“You taking care of me, saving me…you can’t fool me.” Her voice was uncertain.
“Are you asking me or telling me?” I mused.
She wagged her finger in my face. “You hate me. You wish I wasn’t here. You never wanted to see me again. You blame me.”
She was rambling. I knew she wasn’t going to remember much of this tomorrow, so I took the chance to be honest, for once. “I don’t hate you, Eve,” I muttered. “I can’t even try.”
She didn’t seem to hear me. “Patching me up doesn’t mean you’re a good guy?—”
“I never claimed to be, Cinderella. I know what I am. A bad guy, through and through.”Broken.
“I know. Nice guys don’t kiss like you do.”
There was a distracting curl of hair hanging near her eyebrow. I pushed it back.
“Have a lot of experience kissing nice guys, do you?”
She shook her head. “I’ve only kissed bad guys.”
While I knew for a fact that she’d been a virgin before me, I’d mostly just assumed she’d never been kissed, either. That was the way it had seemed during the holdup at the pharmacy that night. But maybe she actually had kissed the odd guy here and there. The thought made me irrationally angry. “Give me their names.”
The possessive growl had barely left me when she leaned up and fit her mouth against mine. Her lips moved in an unpracticedway. Her technique was sloppy and lacking confidence. Her spit still tasted like vomit, and yet, my entire body responded. I took control of the frantic kiss, slowing her, fitting our mouths together seamlessly and stroking my tongue over hers.
She clutched my T-shirt and pulled me down to her. I pressed her into the couch, my mouth moving over hers with purpose.
Fuck. Kissing Eve was always the highlight of my fucking week.
She writhed against me. My chest half covered hers, and she ground her tits into me. Her hand grabbed mine and tugged it down her body and between her legs. Only the briefest snatch of lace separated her hot pussy from my hand.
Not yet, Cinderella, not yet, but soon.I wanted Eve painfully aware when she begged me to fuck her again.
I snatched my hand from her cunt with effort and fisted it in her hair instead. She moaned into my mouth as I gripped her hair and tilted her head back to devour her even more thoroughly. I rocked my hips on the side of the couch. Eve reaching for me first was a pleasure I hadn’t known I was desperate for until it happened.
But…she wasn’t herself, and this couldn’t go any further. I loved to see the surrender in her eyes, when her lust won over her common sense and dislike of me. I loved to see her beg, knowing she’d lost the battle against me.
With a groan, I tore my lips from hers and moved along to her ear, licking the delicate shell until she shivered. “What was that for?” I asked, my voice a rasp.
“You’re the only man who’s ever kissed me…and you’re good at it. I told you I’ve only kissed bad guys.”
Those words sent a kick of possessive satisfaction through me. The only man?Hell, yes.I liked that thought. I liked it a lot.
“I’m so tired. Is it normal to be so tired from three drinks?”
No, but it is from a roofie.
“Sleep now, Evie. You’re going to feel like hell in the morning, and you deserve it for breaking my rules.”
“You and your rules,” she murmured, her lips curving in a smile before she slipped away. Her face went slack, and her eyes shut.
