Page 36 of Cowboy of Convenience
“Sounds productive.” Grady pulled his eyes from the bed, going to his bag in the closet to grab a fresh pair of briefs. “I’m going to go take a quick shower.”
He needed out of this room for a minute. Needed some time alone and a cold shower to reset his mind.
“Okay.” Evelyn peeled away the robe to reveal the low neckline of a short set so transparent he could easily describe her small, dark nipples in perfect detail. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
That was part of the problem.
He should have known being in bed with Evelyn would be a slippery slope. And maybe he did.
Part of him wanted to think he was strong enough to navigate the terrain. To let things stay simple and uncomplicated. But he knew damn well how quickly things could become complicated. It happened all the time, whether it was while he patrolled the streets of Moss Creek or navigated the rocky terrain of his mother's illness.
Nothing ever stayed simple.
Grady ducked out of the bedroom, letting out a little sigh of relief when the door across the hall was closed. The last person he wanted to face right now was Gram-Gram. Although, she would be great at shriveling the aching hard-on growing in his drawers.
He locked himself into the bathroom and turned the cold water on at full blast before stepping under the spray, sucking in a breath as it hit his skin. He grabbed whatever body wash Evelyn used and scrubbed down, working quickly since the familiar scent undid whatever the cold water accomplished. And jacking off to thoughts of the woman you were supposed to be helping, using her soap and her shower while she was in the next room, didn’t seem right.
Especially since Evelyn had been uncertain about what she wanted the night before.
He finished up, rinsing away the suds before shutting down the water and drying off. He pulled on his fresh underwear and brushed his teeth then took a deep breath and went back to the bedroom.
Evelyn was propped against the headboard, the already low line of her top seeming like it dropped more while he was gone. “Feel better?”
Not at all. “Yup.”
He went to his side of the bed, sliding under the covers before attempting to relax. But his whole body was strung tight, focused on every breath Evelyn took beside him.
Every move she made.
The glow from the television cast shadows over her as she shifted around, rolling onto her side to face him, the lacey neckline of her damned top slipping low enough to give him an unobstructed peek at one puckered nipple. It was so close he could almost feel it under his tongue and it sent him rolling away, needing to hide his reaction. “Goodnight, Ev.”
"That's it?" She sounded almost indignant. "You're just going to go to sleep now?"
Grady glanced at her over one shoulder, doing his best to keep his eyes off the torturously perfect nipple still peeking out at him. “Did you want to talk about something?”
Evelyn stared at him, mouth slightly agape. “I thought maybe…” She shifted around and the dark point of her other nipple slipped free.
There was no way it was an accident. One, maybe.
Not both.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Ev?” He gave up the fight and let his gaze drop to her fully exposed tits. “Because if you’re not, you might want to readjust your pajamas.”
Evelyn rubbed her lips together, the same uncertainty from last night leaking into her gaze. “Maybe.”
“Maybe’s not good enough.” Grady managed to roll away, putting his back to her for a second time.
Evelyn scoffed, the sound a little whiny. A little needy. “Grady, please.”
He rolled back to face her, unable to stop himself. “Please, what?”
Evelyn licked her lips, the action making his fully hard cock jerk in anticipation. “Please touch me.”
"Is that what you really want?" His fingers itched with the need to caress her soft skin. To feel it under his hands because she wanted it, instead of because someone else was watching. "For me to touch you?"
Evelyn stared at him, lips parted, eyelids heavy. "I—" She hesitated, her eyes shifting to focus on where his hand rested against the covers. "Shit."
She suddenly turned away, flipping back the covers and sliding off the bed, her steps light as she raced from the room, leaving the door ajar before disappearing into the bathroom next door.
