hearing her call me baby in that sweet breathy voice felt damn near as good as what she was doing to my cock.
I wasn’t letting that feeling go. I wasn’t letting her go. I was prepared to fight.
There was no going back. No doubt. Evette London was all fucking mine and I was keeping her.
My hands skimmed over the swell of her ass, up her back, feeling her hair and warm skin under my palms, and finally, I pressed in, bringing Evette down to my chest. Her face went to my throat and her tongue flicked out and she hummed her approval.
“You taste good.”
I didn’t tell her she tasted better.
I let my hand glide and roam, no longer questioning how I felt, why I felt it, or what it was about her that made me feel it. Instead, I simply enjoyed it. Strike that, I wasn’t simply enjoying anything. I was fully entrenched in all things Evette and happy to be there.
“Thank you.”
Before I could process her gratitude and the near-painful throb emanating from the left side of my chest Evette proceeded to dig herself so far under my skin I knew she’d be there for the rest of my life.
“I think I’m in love with you.” Evette’s words were whisper-soft but my reaction was not. My body went solid and my breathing labored. “I know that sounds crazy. I know it’s too soon. However, I know what I feel. I’m scared. So, so scared to fall more in love with you, then have to leave. But I wanna take a chance even if it means in the end I walk away shattered.”
Fucking hell.
I think I’m in love with you.
I let that sear deep then I concentrated on Evette’s breathing. Hers was evening out, mine was not. Each inhale was labored. Each exhale burned. The weight of her draped over me, heavy but not a burden.
But I wanna take a chance even if it means in the end I walk away shattered.
No way in fuck was she walking away but I’d save that conversation for another time. Right then all that mattered was she’d agreed. She was taking a chance and that was all I needed. The rest would come. I’d make sure of it. I put that out of my mind and decided it was time to give her more. But before that, we had something important to discuss.
“Took you without a condom, honey, twice.”
Evette stiffened, then she went solid and sucked in an audible breath.
I gave her a squeeze and continued, “I’ve never gone without a condom. I have regular physicals and never had one come back not clean. So what I’m saying is, all’s good on my end. You on birth control?”
Her response was to pull her face out of my neck and lift her head off of my shoulder. This was partly unfortunate because I lost her mouth at my throat and I seriously liked her lips on me. It also meant I lost the scent of her hair which I seriously liked as well. The only good part about her change of position was she was fucking beautiful, and lying there with my cock still semi-hard inside of her, her pretty face in view and her gorgeous eyes looking down at me, made up for the loss of her lips. Her face was also soft and relaxed and I liked that, too.
“Never?” she whispered.
I took a guess she was referring to me never taking a woman bare and not my negative STD tests and answered, “Never.”
“Neither have I,” she returned. “And I’m on birth control.”
I waited a moment for the relief to come that she was protected, then I waited another beat. Yet it never came. I hadn’t been holding my breath waiting for an answer. I hadn’t felt dread in the pit of my stomach at the possibility she could be pregnant. I wouldn’t say I was disappointed she was on birth control but neither could I say I was worried.
And that was something I wasn’t going to think about.
“Go clean up, honey. We need to talk then I want another go.”
“Another go?”
Wide-eyed and breathy.
Fucking hell, she was cute.
“Need a few minutes, which is good because we need to talk, but, yeah, another go.”
Evette poked my chest and narrowed her eyes when she asked, “Are you real?”