“Are you surprised?”
“Such modesty.” She snorts.
“‘You’re so thick. So hard. I want you inside me,’” I utter perfectly pleasantly—as though commenting on the weather.
“Oh my God,” Eve splutters, glancing up at me as though I’ve grown another head.
“Those are the usual. ‘Your cock feels so good’ is also nice. ‘I feel so full, you’re going to split me in two’ is also special to hear.”
“Stop! I get the picture.”
“But ‘Oh, God, your pretty cock. Please, please, I need it inside me’ took things to a wonderful new level.”
“I did not beg.”
“You looked so beautiful, breathless and slightly desperate.” I don’t think I meant to sound so wistful.
“Please stop.”
“Thatyou never said. Your compliments are my new favorite. My current go-to.”
“Go-to?” Her attention slices my way, a tiny throb of connection joining us for a beat. Her body perceives my meaning, herbrain catching up a moment later when she glances away. “This is so inappropriate.”
My feet slow to a stop. “I can thank you for your compliments, but I can’t tell you how I enjoy them?”
“No, you cannot.”
“You’re saying masturbation isn’t a general topic of conversation. We should change that. Have dinner with me.”
“So we can talk about you jacking off?” she splutters.
“If you prefer, I could demonstrate?”
“Do you have a split personality? Because I am seriously beginning to doubt which is the authentic version.”
“Every version of me wants you.”
“Wants something from me, more like.” Tugging gently on my arm, she steers us around a corner. At least she’s not running away.
“I want your help, and I want you in my bed.”And you have no idea the lengths I’ll go to.
“Stop saying that.”
She turns to the pressure on her arm.
“All right.” Taking her hand, I press it to my chest. The air around us is flat and damp, but the space between seems to pulse with anticipation. I angle my head, and her lashes flutter, her cool lips yielding to mine, accepting the brush of my tongue. Rain begins to hammer against the umbrella as her fingers tighten on my biceps, everything around us forgotten. Our surroundings, her resistance, our cross-purposes, all gone. My palm glides over the curve of her hip, taking hold of the heavenly roundness of her arse. I press her to me, soft to hard, her moan so sweet I could bottle it.
“Eve.” Her name is all gravel. “Come home with me.”Fuck my plans, at least for a little while. Just let me worship between your legs.Her lashes flicker open, and a burst of heat floods my veins. Then dissipates as her fingers retract in the space of a blink.
“I wish you’d leave me alone.” Her face is flushed, and my jacket, though huge on her frame, doesn’t conceal the rapid rise and fall of her breath.
“No, you don’t.”
Which is a problem for at least one of us.
“Shut the gate.” Her tone is perfunctory as she strides up a weed-strewn path, taking my umbrella with her.
“No more kissing,” she’d said as she strode away.“That doesn’t work on me.”Eve then issued me an ultimatum: she had a client she needed to check on, someone called Nora. I could behave and come along, or I could be gone. Like a lapdog waiting for the right moment to stick my nose between her legs, I followed, finding myself at a rustic-looking gate, fashioned from wooden pallets fixed with hinges and a lock.
