Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Her head lulled to the side as I unbuttoned her jeans and dragged down the zipper.
I thought of Drew talking about her.
I thought of Fred and Anne suggesting she date Austin.
I thought of the no-name who took her virginity.
I thought about taming the rebel child in her.
Then I slid one hand down the front of her underwear, and my other snaked up her shirt and into the cup of her bra. She embodied everything that made men weak and impulsive.
“You’re fucking with my head, Eve,” I said, and it came out as a growl like I was upset. And maybe I was.
She made me reckless, and it felt like a high I had to chase.
The ladle dropped to the carpet, and she arched her back while one of her hands covered mine between her legs, her nails digging into my skin as she widened her stance. Her other teased my damp hair.
Once again, I was engaging in a not-so-proud moment with two ministers in my kitchen, my son unpredictably running around the house, and Eve’s mom giddy over the idea of Eve meeting a nice boy.
Who was I kidding? No one would tame Eve, least of all me.
Her breath caught in tiny staccatos as I fingered her.
A long “ohhh” fell from her lips.
I was so aroused, torturing myself, so I did the math. Did I have time to slide her jeans and panties just past her perfect ass and take her quickly from behind? And could I grab a condom and get it rolled on without prolonging things to the point where someone would have to send Josh to check on me?
Eve started to make a loud sound, so my hand on her breast made a fast track to her mouth. Her body buckled in my hold as she orgasmed.
So much for my math calculations; I didn’t factor in her responsiveness.
I pulled her closer to me. Her hands pressed flat to the door as I rocked my pelvis against her ass and kissed her neck. I was in a bad way, painfully desperate to release.
Eve was the dealer who just kept dealing, the temptress. She left one hand on the door to steady herself as her other hand tried to push her jeans down a little farther. I was so out of my mind there wasn’t a coherent thought in a five-mile radius. My hand disappeared from between her legs, and I unbuttoned my jeans and yanked down the zipper.
Get a condom.
My brain made an effort to show a little responsibility, but my dick wanted nothing to do with reasoning. The condom was on the other side of the room.
Eve’s bare ass was pressed to my erection, shielded only by my cotton briefs.
Don’t be stupid!
My heart pounded, and I was uncomfortably hard. And that made me stupid. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and teased it with my teeth, and she moaned.
That was the final straw, my complete undoing. I pushed my jeans and briefs down just enough to release my erection. I wanted to be inside of her more than anything.
Josh squealed with delight, and the puppy barked from downstairs. We froze, our labored breaths the only sound for several seconds until we heard laughter and more barking. That was just enough to let reality and some goddamn common sense slide into the forefront of my mind.
I stepped back several steps and quickly zipped and buttoned my jeans. That almost happened.
Shit.
Had Josh not screamed, I would have mindlessly thrust my dick into her without a condom or another thought. I wanted her that much.
After she pulled up her jeans and fixed her bra, she lifted her unblinking gaze to mine. The truth was in her expression. She, too, knew what nearly happened.
And instead of apologizing or making some excuse, I chose not to acknowledge it. I was too rattled by the close call. So I cleared my throat. “Thanks for making everyone dinner,” I murmured.
She nodded a half-dozen times, seemingly content not to talk about it either, as she squatted to retrieve the ladle.
“When they ask why you’re flushed and out of breath, tell them a bear chased you on your return trip with the ladle.”
She continued to nod her head before she caught my subtle humor. I was cracking a joke as if I hadn’t just dodged a bullet.
Eve smirked, cheeks red. “Shut up.” She started to open the door and then stopped. “Can you be vulnerable with me again for like five seconds?” she asked. “Tell me you were a little jealous when you heard Drew talking about me.”
Was she serious? I was on the verge of potentially changing our lives forever because a cocky seventeen-year-old punk made me see red when he talked about Eve. And I couldn’t wait to prove that I was the only one who was allowed to touch her body.