Page 11 of Our Lips Are Sealed
“Oh my God, Jamison, what did you do?”
“I called our grandmother, and Judy said we could come for a visit,” she rushed out. “I was hoping we could go soon.”
The recent discovery of their mother’s family living in Louisiana had been weighing heavily on her sister’s mind. Jamison wanted to meet them, needing a connection to Laura Jean that neither Evie nor Ben could provide.
Evie wanted to meet them too, but her anxiety issues made her apprehensive about the entire situation. They really knew nothing about these people, except that they had spent the better parts of two decades in prison for various crimes related to their drug use.
However, according to Ben, who had been caring for Laura Jean’s mother and brother secretly, their latest stint in rehab had stuck, and the pair were living a clean life.
“We will,” Evie said, heading for the door. “But let’s get Agent Cohen gone, and things back to normal. Then we’ll discuss it.”
Leaving Jamison, she took a shower and climbed into bed, expecting to hear something from Samuel before he left to go back to his place. But as Evie waited, she dozed off, sleeping soundly until smacking into him.
Rolling over, Evie snuggled against his chest. “Jamison seemed pretty upset about Cohen.”
Samuel’s eyes remained closed. “I don’t care,” he said, hooking a leg over hers. “And if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to make those teenage dreams of yours come true. Then everyone in the house will know I’m here.”
“They won’t hear us.”
A low laugh rumbled in his chest. “Trust me, they’ll hear you,” he whispered. “I know this is the first time you’ve had a man in your bed here, but I can assure you these old walls are thin, and they’ll hear everything.”
She buried her face in his neck, laying kisses on his heated skin. “It’s not.”
“It’s not what?”
“It’s not the first time I’ve had a man in my bed here.”
Samuel’s eyes flew open. “Excuse me?”
“I was with Brett for years, and I was an adult,” she said, referring to her college boyfriend. “Simone never objected to him staying the night.”
Flipping her over, Samuel secured her hands at the wrists above her head. “Why am I just now hearing about this?”
With a slow smile, she spread her legs, stretching out beneath him. “You don’t know everything, Samuel Fairweather.”
He continued to glare down at her, nostrils flaring. “About you, I do.”
“Apparently not.” She lifted her hips, rubbing the tip of him along her entrance. “Let me show you how quiet I can be.”
Samuel released her hands to draw her legs further apart. “Ah, but you forget, I’m not him,” he murmured, giving her just an inch. “You can’t keep quiet with me.”
His hips retreated and returned, torturing her with quick, shallow thrusts. She buried her fingers in his black hair, remembering how she’d thought it too long and reckless for a man like him.
How wrong she had been.
“I need all of you,” she whispered. “Or are you trying to make me beg?”
“Never.” He retreated again, but this time drove back in deep. “I could never deny you anything, Evangeline.”
Samuel took her slowly, and as promised, she remained quiet, leaving his body’s heavy, steady thump into hers as the only sound in the room.
But soon enough, his control slipped, and placing one hand on her mouth and another on the wall to stabilize the bed, he rode her hard, the way she liked it best.
“This is the last night you’ll ever spend in this house,” he panted above her. “Your home is with me.”
Utterly consumed, she pulled his hand away to kiss him with all the love in her heart. This was indeed her last night under Haven’s roof. Her future was with Samuel, and starting tomorrow, they would begin building their life together.
Chapter 3
