goddess, her hand sliding over his cock faster and faster, eliciting sensations that had to be divine.
“Stop,” he rasped out. “I’m trying to last.”
She opened her eyes slightly, water collecting on her lashes, a wicked grin on her lips. “For what?”
He kissed her again. And then, because two could play at that game, he reached between them and slid a finger inside her. She released a drawn-out moan, her grip on his cock faltering. When he brushed his thumb over her clit, she swore.
“I’ll race you,” she panted.
“Race me?”
“I bet I can make you come first.”
Evan laughed. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Why not? Don’t think you can win?”
He rubbed the pad of his thumb firmly over her swollen clit, and she jerked sharply, her breath catching. With a grin, he pressed her harder against the tiles, using his body to pin her there. “I think I can win,” he said. “Even though you’ve had a head start.” Even though you keep me on the edge constantly, even though a look from you is enough to turn me on.
She arched her back, water glistening over her brown skin, little droplets clinging to the stiff, dark tips of her nipples. Fuck.
“Alright,” she breathed, a knowing smile curving her lips. “Let’s do it.”
Evan lost by a second or two. He enjoyed it thoroughly.
32
“So,” Zach said. His usually easy-going smile took on a sharp, lascivious edge that Evan had never seen. Raising his brows suggestively, Zach continued, “Is this a double date?”
Hannah Kabbah cast a disdainful look over Zach, from the tips of his messy hair to his workman’s boots. Having been on the receiving end of that look, Evan knew how quelling it could be. Then she said, with clipped certainty, “Absolutely not.”
Zach blinked rapidly.
Evan bit back laughter.
“I’m here to spend time with my sister,” Hannah said, popping open her jewelled little handbag. She produced a tube of lipstick and somehow uncapped the lid with one hand. Then she began applying it perfectly, without a mirror, while talking. “The two of you are here to do… whatever it is you do. It’s just that apparently, Ruth and Evan can’t be more than ten feet apart at any given time.”
Evan leant against the busy bar of Ravenswood’s only pub and tried not to look as smug as he felt. “There’s only one place to drink in this town. Plus, I’m her ride.”
“Ruth has a car,” Hannah pointed out. “But if you are driving her, you’d better not be drinking at all.”
Evan raised his hands in compliance, one of which was already wrapped around a Coke.
Still, the gaze she flicked over him was mildly disapproving. He didn’t take it personally; disapproval seemed to be her resting state.
Ruth chose that moment to return from the bathroom. She’d insisted on going alone, which had caused her sister to look at her as if she’d grown a second head.
Now, noting the determination in Ruth’s set jaw, the way she rubbed her palms against her legging-clad thighs, Evan suspected she’d been giving herself some kind of pep talk.
Ruth talked to herself. A lot.
He reached for her, but she avoided his hand with a wry smile. “We are not here as a couple,” she said pertly. “So you can’t do couple things.”
He grabbed her anyway and pulled her closer, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “There,” he said. “That wasn’t a couple thing.”
Hannah rolled her eyes.
But Ruth was fighting a pleased little smile, glaring at him without heat. “We’re having a girls’ night out. Go away and do whatever it is you wanted to do.”
“What if I want to chat up the prettiest girl in the room?” he asked. He heard Zach’s groan in the background, heard Hannah’s snort, but only cared about Ruth’s pursed lips, her dancing eyes.
“You can try,” she said primly, “but you will find yourself rejected.” Then she hooked her arm through her sister’s, and the two of them turned to walk away.
But she shot him one last look over her shoulder.
“You two are absolutely sickening,” Zach said.
“Thanks.”
“Actually, you’re sickening. I’m not sure if she even likes you.”
Evan felt a slow grin spread over his face. “I’m sure. I’m very, very sure.”
“Right.” Zach gave him a baffled look. “Shall we sit down?”
They made their way to a table not far from where the sisters had settled. Close enough for Evan to keep an eye on them—or rather, on anyone who might approach them. But not close enough for him to hear a word of their conversation,