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“We wouldn’t want to get hypothermia,” I agreed, framing her ribcage with my hands before letting my hands bracket her hips, my thumbs reaching toward her center in a gentle massage.
“I squirm against you… Probably more than is necessary,” she admitted, wiggling across my lap to illustrate.
The slide of her hips notches me more firmly between her thighs, making it difficult to touch her like I want. Like I need.
“Eventually, I guide your hands where I really want them,” she said, breath coming in pants as I renewed my attentions between her thighs, testing her. She was slick and wet for me already, whether because I couldn’t resist touching her or because she was turning herself on as surely as she was me with her backstage fantasy.
“I’m guessing I liked that part,” I said, stroking her harder.
Eve squirmed again, breathing hard.
“You sure seemed to. Before I quite realized what was happening, you’d slipped into me.”
Hastily, I donned a condom. “Like this?” I asked, gliding home.
Eve paused, seeming to need a moment to adjust, and I held still.
“Yes, just likethat,” she hissed as she started to move, rotating her hips in a complicated swirl.
I arched on the bed, urging her to move faster, bounce harder, loving the way she milked me, clenching her inner muscles with every stroke. Pounding harder, I focused on matching her, thrust for thrust, straining against her.
Eve’s face was flushed. She looked poised on the edge, like she was straining for something just out of reach.
I slid down to caress her where we joined, trying to push her into bliss, nearly dizzy from rocking and bucking beneath her, near frantic with the instinct to spill into her.
She ground against me, clutching hard as she reached her peak, and I groaned, unable to hold back any longer. Every muscle contracted, spasming as I pounded into her welcoming heat.
Eve collapsed, snuggling into my neck, her moist breath gusting against my chin as I caught my breath.
“Andthat’show we stayed warm during the snowstorm,” she murmured, tracing a finger along my chest.
I dropped a quick kiss on her forehead, holding her tight.
“I’m still struggling with the part where I was shy,” I rumbled. “That seems out of character for me. We should workshop that bit.”
I surprised a laugh out of Eve, the sound wrapping around my heart and squeezing. I loved that we could laugh together in bed. That we could share fantasies. She was perfect. Warm and creative in a way that captivated me and made me want to take risks. Like making her backstage interlude a reality. I shook my head. Who was I? What had happened to Brady Gleason, respected school principal? With Eve I was a totally different man. And more shocking still, one I kinda liked.
Chapter 18
Eve
AfterourdateatSing-along, it was easy to feel like Brady and I had figured things out. We'd slid into coupledom. Maybe too easily. Although our time together was filled with laughter and teasing, a shadow hinted at the things wedidn'ttalk about. While I wanted to hear about Brady from Brady, I wasn't above using my appointment with his mother to probe a little.
Matty had arrived on time for her second appointment, and I got to work on coloring in her poppy after a brief greeting.
“Shall I bring anything to Thanksgiving?” I asked.
Brady had said not to, but I didn’t know yet if he could be trusted. The last thing I wanted to do is put myself at odds with his family. I already felt awkward enough about crashing their holiday.
“No, I’ll have everything covered. I only have two pieces of advice. One, don’t eat Nonna Gleason’s pumpkin pie. And two, bring five dollars.”
Both requests had me intrigued. I was happy to pitch in for dinner, but I doubted the money was for food.
“Can I ask why?”
Matty smiled. “Nonna Gleason is famously bad at baking. If the pie isn’t burnt, there will be eggshells. Eat anything she brings at your own risk.”
“And the money?”
