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He pulls my thong out of the way further and slides his finger inside of me. At the same time, he lightly drags his teeth over my clit. It spears bright, hot sparks of pleasure through my body, and my hips start rolling over his face in earnest.
He slides another finger in, angling them just right and grazing that magical, almost mythical spot inside of me.
My eyes slam shut and my back stretches into a deeper arch, desperate to hold onto that feeling.
I shouldn't have worried though. Nova picks up on my response instantly. He keeps his fingers there, brushing them side to side as he holds me firmly against his mouth.
“Come for me, sweetheart, give it to me,” he commands, his teeth nipping at my clit.
And then I'm flying high, obliterated into a million pieces of bliss and floating away in the atmosphere.
I don't care that I yelled his name in the middle of a drive-in theatre. Or that a guy I barely know just ate my pussy like it was his favorite meal. Or that my body feels like a spineless, misshapen puddle of lust.
All I can think about is how badly I want to do that again.
37
EVANGELINE
It's Saturday morning,and I have the day off from my new nanny position. Which is honestly still kind of wild to me. Cora didn't seem as enthused about it, but she'll come around.
It's actually pretty nice that I'm off today, considering I've made almost zero progress on Magnolia Lane since I started.
A knock startles me, and I push off the plush carpet in the living room and head to the front door. All the same piles of Nana Jo's things are still scattered around, so I have to weave around a box of figurines and hop over a pile of cross-stitch. I mentally add another task to my to-do list today: calling Aunt Hazel to come over and start going through everything.
I worry the inside of my cheek as I think about reaching out to Mom and offering the same thing to her. I don't even know if she'd come, but it feels like it's maybe the right thing to do.
If, you know, I don't take into account what Lizzie said the other day. Just the thought of having both of them and my dad in here freaks me out. I'd probably have to sage the place after.
The shape of a man is visible through the frosted panes of the front door window, and déjà vu slams into me. My heart skips a beat and I feel a little guilty for instantly hoping it's Bane on the other side of the door.
I'd be just as glad to see Nova too. But there's something about Bane that keeps pulling me in.
I pull open the door, and my face splits into a wide grin.
Bane's on my front porch in what I'm starting to assume is his signature style: Reaper kutte over a black tee and jeans. Hair a little disheveled, enough for me to imagine running my fingers through it.
And holding a tray of to-go iced coffees.
“I thought you could use some help, especially now that you're watching Hunter. I know firsthand how wild that boy can be.”
I shake my head slowly, my grin not fading one bit. I pull the door open wider and gesture for him to come in. “He's not wild, he's just a five year old.”
“Here,” he says, bending down and picking up two boxes. “These are on your porch.”
“What, no doughnuts this time?” I tease, taking the boxes from him.
“Oh, I got you, baby girl.” His voice is low, but that nickname sends a shiver down my spine like he murmured it directly into my ear.
He has the kind of voice that you'd hear in audiobooks, captivating and low with some grit.
“One of those for me?” I ask, following behind him to the kitchen, and appreciating the hell out of those jeans of his.
“Dirty iced chai, just how you like it.” He takes both coffees out of the tray and nudges one to me, placing a straw on top.
“I still can't believe you got it right. Out of all the coffee drink combinations in the world,” I muse, adding the straw and taking a sip.
The first notes of warm vanilla and cardamom hit my tongue and I audibly sigh. I swear a little bit of my soul leaves my body every time I taste the perfect dirty chai.
