Inevitable - Kristen Granata Page 0,39

got you all set up. Have some bread so you’re not useless in ten minutes.”

Graham’s large frame towers over me, but he’s hesitant as his eyes bounce to my father before landing back on me. “Eva, you were—”

I stretch up and cut off his words with a kiss. I don’t care if my father sees. He’s going to find out sooner or later, and I don’t want to hide this anymore.

Graham’s green eyes are wide when I pull back, but his lips curve up.

I take my seat between Graham and my father, and the waiter places our salads in front of us.

“That was a great speech,” Dad says, leaning over.

“Thanks, Dad.”

I meet his curious gaze and he lifts an eyebrow. “Thought you hated the idea of your body guard following you around.”

I smile and shrug. “Not so much anymore.”

Dad smiles too. “I can see that.”

Not that it matters, but, “Are you okay with that?”

“As long as you’re happy, Evangeline. That’s all I want.”

My heart swells as I look from Graham to my father. “I am happy, Dad.”

He nods in confirmation and gestures to his plate. “Then let’s eat.”

The food is incredible, and Deanna has our entire table cracking up with her stories. Even while we eat, Graham’s hand never leaves my bare thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my prickled skin.

The dance floor opens up soon after, and Deanna and I hit the ladies’ room beforehand. Three drinks in and I’m ready to burst.

When we exit, the boys are waiting for us in the hallway.

Graham holds out his open palm, waiting to lead me to the dance floor. Instead of taking it, I slip my panties into his hand and drag Deanna to dance, glancing over my shoulder to catch Graham’s reaction.

His lips part in surprise before his fingers curl around the red lace and he stuffs it into his pocket. His eyes darken a few shades when they find mine, and I wink.

I can’t wait for this night to end.

“My feet are killing me!”

Graham pulls my feet into his lap and unbuckles the straps that are fastened around each ankle. Slipping my shoes off, he lets them fall to the floor of the limousine, and begins digging his thumbs into the sole of my left foot.

“Oh, God,” I murmur, letting my head fall back against the seat. “That feels incredible.”

“I’ll rub them all night if you keep making sounds like that.”

I giggle and lift my head to look at him. “I’m so glad I had you by my side tonight.”

“I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. I got to watch you shine tonight. You really made a difference in those families’ lives.”

“I hope so.”

“You’re a magnetic force of a woman, Eva.”

We gaze at one another in silence as the driver makes his way out of the city and into Brooklyn. Graham’s giant hands continue to massage my feet, and I let out a small moan to let him know how good it feels.

His eyes turn a dark shade of forest-green, and my thighs clench in anticipation. His hands slide up my leg, rubbing my ankle, my shin, my calf, and he brings his lips down to follow wherever he touches. Goosebumps shoot across my skin as Graham’s mouth reaches my thigh.

“Lie down.”

I do as he commands, laying across the long seat. Graham lifts my leg to hook it over his shoulder as he kneels in front of me. With his eyes fixed on mine, he continues his ascent, kissing along the inside of my thigh. The scruff on his face scratches me lightly, but his tongue snakes out to soothe the burn.

My breathing is erratic and he hasn’t even undressed me. I’m throbbing and all he’s touched is my damn leg. We’ve been waiting so long for this moment that it feels as if I can’t bear another second of his teasing torture.

“This slit has been killing me all night,” he murmurs. “Knowing you’ve had nothing on underneath ...” His words are cut off as his fingers slide under my dress, lifting the fabric.

I spread my knees apart, baring myself to him, dying to watch his reaction.

“Fuuuck,” he rasps, his eyes glued to my most sensitive spot. He licks his lips as he glides his thumb over my wetness. His eyes flick to mine, asking for permission to do as he pleases.

I raise my hips in consent, and Graham’s patience snaps like a twig. He squeezes two handfuls of my ass and lifts me to his mouth.