Page 128 of Only Ever You

Clad in all black, t-shirt, and loose jogging bottoms, Bash cut a very alluring figure where he stood under spotlights with his back to her when she slowed in the doorway. The open tub of fancy vanilla bean ice cream, can of whipped cream and packet of fudge cubes gave away what he’d been doing with those tinkering glasses before he twisted and found her watching him.

He wasn’t subtle at all with how much his gaze dropped to the ribbed cream loungewear set she’d purposefully picked out for tonight. Even Faye could admit the wide-leg bottoms made her hips and ass look good, and that the square neckline of the cropped vest top did her chest a lot of favours. She could already picture the lustful lull in his eyes when he revealed what she wore underneath. It was a lot like how he looked at her then.

The dollop of ice cream on the spoon Bash gripped slid off onto the counter. And if that didn’t boost her confidence, what else would?

“Shower’s free,” she said as flirtily as she dared, even though there were other adequate bathrooms Bash could’ve used if he needed to.

“I had one after practice, earlier.” His head tilted and his eyes wandered over herhips and thighs again. He didn’t even seem to realise that the ice cream behind him had begun to melt. “I’ve never seen this before,” he said as his eyes wandered her outfit.

Faye moved herself beside him, leaning her hip against the cabinet and angling her body to give him the best, unobstructed view. “You’ve never seen what’s under it, either.”

Bash groaned as he closed his eyes like she’d wounded him. “You tease me, woman.”

“You’ve teased me for years and years, Bash. I’m just getting my revenge.” Faye took a swipe of the melting dollop of ice cream on the counter and popped her finger into her mouth, sliding it between her lips, keeping her eyes locked with Bash’s as he licked the seam of his mouth.

Damn, the vanilla bean tasted decadent as she sucked it off, much like a certain part of Bash that’d been between her lips twenty-four hours ago.

He scrunched his mouth in resistance of a grin. “I didn’t ask you to stay with me just so I can undress you. I hope you know that.”

So chivalrous.

“I know. But I still want you to.” Faye played with his lightly calloused fingers as she took his hand. The intensity in Bash’s eyes darkened. Captivated, her heart stuttered as her pulse worked its way lower through her body. “Shall we go upstairs?”

Gravel coated Bash’s throat. “No.”

Oh. Maybe she’d read a signal wrong. All of their previously hidden desires were more forthcoming now and Faye needed … she’d hoped …

Bash began to walk backwards, their joined hands making her follow him out from the kitchen area of the spacious room.

He tipped his chin towards his shoulder. “Sit on the table.”

Lips parting, a sizzle of excitement like a candle flicking off sparks lit between Faye’s thighs. She hadn’t read any signal wrong – Bash had just changed the game.

She knew what they headed towards; the promise of mind blowing and intimate sex wasn’t just something she had to hope for anymore, but she didn’t expect for it to beginhere.

“What if it breaks?”

Bash’s mouth tugged down dismissively. “I don’t care.”

“It looks expensive.” Certainly solid wood and not some sort of laminate or veneer. Most likely handmade. Waiting for her to do as he said in the dining space where arched windows exposed them to his close-knit neighbours.

Bash’s half step drew him closer. “It’s worthless compared to you.”

Faye’s heart swept up into a beautiful feeling as if it glowed. The half-hooded gaze focussed down on her made her want to dissolve.

Knuckles grazed down her neck, swept her hair off of her shoulders then ran down her arm, leaving her skin prickling in their wake.

“Everything,” that low voice said, “is worthless compared to you.”

Well … fuck.

“Now, what will it be?” Bash asked her calmly, giving her no time to process.

The question didn’t require a thought. Hitching her breath at his flex in dominance, Faye hopped up on the edge of the dining table and her body jolted with the iciness of the surface.

Eye to eye, Bash stepped in between her knees and traced his hands up the inner of her thighs, opening her wider with such tender strokes that stirred the blissful ache deep down in her core.

This was the “other” Bash she’d been getting to know; the giving yet slightly demanding lover. Faye didn’t have a problem with him taking the lead in being physical so long as she could give as good as she got.

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