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I’m turning to her right now. “Kiss me.”
“It’s not a good idea.” Despite her words, she takes a step toward me. “The closer we get, the more it will hurt when it goes poorly. If you sleep with me, you’re not going to be able to hunt me.”
She’s not wrong and yet she’s missing one very specific point. I hold out my hand. “I was never going to be able to hunt you.” Even if denying that order makes me a traitor.
She takes my hand and allows me to tug her close, to wrap my arms around her. I’ll never get over how perfectly she fits against me, her body soft and giving and, fuck, I want her so desperately, I can barely hold myself still as she considers me.
“I know you weren’t.” She kisses me.
It’s even better than last time. Now I know the shape of her. I know the way she melts against me at the first stroke of her tongue. I know the feel of her body pressing into mine. I know …
It’s not enough.
I wrap my arms more tightly around her, and it’s as if I’m holding the world itself. That’s a wild thought, one completely unearned. It doesn’t change the fact that it feels true. Ever since Evelyn came into my life, she’s had me questioning things that I never thought I would question. And now that the truth has smashed my world to bits, she is the only thing that feels sturdy.
That thought is enough to make me break the kiss. “I’m sinking fast. I don’t want to drown you alongside me simply because I’m grasping for something that makes sense.”
“Bowen.” She tugs on my hair just short of sharply. “All of us are drowning. Every single one of us. Anyone who says otherwise is a goddamn liar.” She steps back. As much as I mourn the loss of her touch, watching her pull her shirt over her head and then shimmy out of her boots and pants is more than worth it. I’ve thought Evelyn was beautiful from the moment I saw her, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of her naked, and her blond hair tangled around her face.
It turns out she does blush everywhere.
“You better say something, or I’m in danger of throwing myself into the bathtub and never coming up for air.” The blush stealing across her chest deepens, but she holds perfectly still, her eyes on my face even as I drink in the sight of her.
I am not a man who always has the right words, or even knows the right thing to do most the time. But I do right now. I cross to her and sink to my knees.
She lets out a nervous laugh. “What are you doing?”
“The only thing a man in my position can do when faced with a goddess. Worship her.”
“Bowen. You can’t say shit like that. If Aphrodite exists, you’re going to bring her wrath down on me.”
I catch her wide hips and tug her several inches closer. My mouth waters. I can’t stop myself from leaning down and kissing her dimpled thighs. Perfect. Everything about her is perfect. I guide one leg over my shoulder and open her to me. Her pussy is perfect, pink and practically begging for my mouth. “Do you want me to stop?”
“If you stop right now, I might turn into an actual goddess and smite you.”
That surprises a chuckle out of me. “Can’t have that.” I trail kisses up her thigh, partially because I can’t stand the thought of being this close and not having my mouth on her, and partially because I’m afraid if I get a taste of her pussy right now, I’ll fall on her like a starving man. It’s been quite a while for me, and Evelyn is no casual bed partner. She’s right about the fact that this can’t last, and yet I find myself not wanting to do anything to scare her away.
All the while, I stare up at her gorgeous body. I love that she blushes so thoroughly. I want to see her skin go pink with desire instead of embarrassment. I want to be the one to paint the color across her features.
And then I kiss my way to her pussy, and I think of nothing at all. She tastes of the sea, which is a strange thing to think and yet it feels like coming home. I know better than to believe this woman is made for me. That’s not how life works. That’s sure as fuck not how my life works.
But I don’t know how I’m going to let her go at the end of this.
CHAPTER 18
Evelyn
IN THE TIME SINCE MEETING BOWEN, I’VE ENTERTAINED more fantasies about him then I’ll ever admit aloud. Especially after that kiss. The man made me orgasm while dry humping in our clothes as if we were a pair of teenagers necking in the woods. It was humiliating and sexier than it had right to be. Of course it made me wonder what it would be like to properly get him into bed.
Nowhere in those fantasies were him falling to his knees, declaring me a goddess, and then proceeding to worship me with his mouth.
And he is worshiping.
He kisses my pussy with the same thoroughness that he kissed my mouth, tongue, and lips, lavishing attention on every part of me. I love oral sex. I always have. But there are definitely some partners who treat going down on me like it’s either a chore or a task to check off their list. Rare, but no less frustrating, are the people so certain of their skill that they’re more focused on preening than they are on figuring out what I actually like.
Bowen doesn’t fall into either of these categories. I would say that he’s lost himself in the taste and feel of the experience, but when I look down, his dark eyes are searing into me. He is perfectly present. And yet somehow swept away at the same time.
I dig my fingers into his long hair and tilt my hips. He follows my urging with no hesitation, shifting up to my clit. “Soft vertical strokes, use the flat of your tongue,” I murmur.
