like a man on a mission. And I stroked that cock for all I was worth, every pulse and growl spurring me on.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he said, his voice strained.
The hint of vulnerability in his tone was as hot as the feel of his fingers inside me or the way his cock throbbed in my hand. I wanted to unravel him.
Because he was quickly unraveling me.
Our foreheads rested together and we watched as I stroked his thickness. Hot tension built between my legs, and I knew I was close.
“That’s it,” he said. Could he feel it too? “Fuck yes, Fiona. Give me what I want, dirty girl. Come for me.”
The rhythm of his fingers abruptly changed and he offered quicker strokes in just the right spot. My body tensed, the pressure almost at the breaking point. I whimpered as I kept rubbing his cock, desperate for release, and reveling in the feel of him losing control.
“Come with me,” I said, almost breathless.
His entire body clenched and a low growl rumbled in his throat. My inner muscles tightened and released with a sudden spasm of pleasure, and I was coming, riding his hand, moaning with the sheer intensity of it.
With another deep groan, he jerked his hips hard and thick ropes of come burst from the tip. In a haze of erotic delirium, I watched it happen as if in slow motion. Every thrust of his hips into my hand, every pulse of hot come. Through it all, he rode out my climax with me, his fingers stroking inside me until he’d wrung out every last tremor.
Breathing hard, I let go, and he slid his hand out of my panties. I looked around, bewildered. What had just happened? I glanced down at my hand. We’d made a mess. “Oops.”
“Here,” he said, grabbing a clean shop towel. Looking almost sheepish—was that even possible?—he wiped the come off my hand. “Sorry about that.”
“Wow, that was… I don’t know what to… Did we just…?”
“Hey,” he said with surprising gentleness. He drew me close and touched my face. “Was that too much? I didn’t mean to—”
“No, no, it wasn’t too much. That was amazing. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“Me neither.”
“Can I be really honest with you right now?”
“Always.”
I nibbled my bottom lip. “I’m feeling a lot of things and I know you’re probably not a cuddler, but after that I really need to cuddle. Could you maybe make an exception this one time?”
The corner of his mouth turned up again. He leaned in to place a soft kiss on my lips. “I actually love to cuddle. Let’s go inside.”
Grumpy, broody Evan Bailey loved to cuddle? Of all the surprises today, that had to be the biggest.
24
Evan
I woke up lying sideways across the bed, face down. Fiona had her head on my lower back, as if I were her pillow. How we’d both moved around that much without waking each other was beyond me.
We clearly had issues.
The covers were a mess, but it was fitting. So was I.
I’d been determined to stay strong, hold out, keep myself from acting on any of my dirty fantasies about Fiona.
And I’d failed.
I’d kissed her. Fine, understandable. She’d told me Luke had kissed her—not that she’d kissed him, I’d noted—and that she’d turned him down. And yes, that first kiss had been all about erasing every trace of that asshole from her lips. I’d told her the truth, and if I had to do it over again, I would.
But that second kiss? All me.
I’d been fighting it so hard, and I hadn’t been able to take it anymore.
She murmured something and turned onto her side, so I rolled over. After making each other come in the shop, it had seemed stupid to ask her to keep sleeping on the couch. But now a cloud of doubt cast a shadow over me.
We hadn’t planned any of this. I’d only meant to give her a place to crash until she got back on her feet. And then yesterday had happened.
Did I suddenly have a live-in girlfriend?
I didn’t know if I had room in my life for this. Could I trust her? Was I ready to trust anyone? I didn’t know if I could open myself up to another person again—risk getting hurt.
And yet, here I was, waking up with her in my bed.
I got up and got dressed before she woke up. I needed some space. Sasquatch and I went for a walk in the woods, and the cool morning