Page 37 of Cowboy of Convenience
That was not the reaction he'd been hoping for.
Somewhere something had gone wrong. Some wires got crossed, and it led to a misunderstanding he couldn't leave between them. Not only because her grandmother was mere feet away and just waiting for them the fuck up, but also because he didn't want Evelyn thinking this was all a ploy to get his hands on her. It wasn't.
Grady kicked his feet over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. He was almost to the door when he glanced down to discover the hard line of his fully erect dick was unmissable, and he didn’t have the energy to deal with a scandalized Gram-Gram if their paths crossed. Grabbing Evelyn's discarded robe, he wrapped the silky floral fabric around his body and tied it before ducking out into the hallway. He paused just outside the bathroom door, unsure of what exactly to do. He'd never technically been part of a cohabitating couple before.
He decided to split the puppy and tapped against the door as he opened it, pausing when there was an inch gap. "Ev? I'm coming in." He slid in, closing the door behind him, eyes meeting Evelyn's in the mirror over the sink. She was leaning against the counter, looking upset enough it was clear he'd fucked up.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to think–"
Evelyn's eyes closed. "It's fine. I misunderstood and assumed last night you were offering to—"
He waited for her to finish, needing to hear her next words. When they didn't come, he prompted, "Assumed I was offering to, what?"
Evelyn opened her eyes, lifting them to the ceiling. "Don't make me say it."
"I think you should say it because if we don't start saying exactly what we mean, this kind of shit is going to keep happening." He moved closer, dropping his voice even lower to ensure her grandmother wouldn’t hear their conversation. "You thought I was offering to, what?"
She pressed her lips together, flattening them as her eyes came back to his, meeting in the reflection. "I thought you were offering to get me off."
Maybe this wasn't the misunderstanding he thought it was. "That's exactly what I was offering."
All the air rushed from her lungs. "But you were acting like—"
"I was acting like I’ll only take it further if you really want me to. And that’s something I need to hear in clear and complete terms, Evelyn." He shook his head. "I might've touched you for the sake of all this," he motioned around them, swinging his hand in the general direction of the bedroom her grandmother occupied. "But I'm only going to really touch you if I know you want it."
He shouldn't really touch her at all. Should have never made that fucking offer, vague as it was. But he wasn't taking it back either.
Especially not now that they were standing in the light of the bathroom and he could see the flush of her skin. The tight press of her nipples as they strained against the thin fabric of her tank. "If I touched you now would you be wet for me?"
Evelyn sucked in a breath, as if his words shocked her. "Yes."
He leaned closer, letting his front brush across her back. "If I touched you now could you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?"
Evelyn's hands gripped the counter tighter. "Yes."
The word was sweet and soft and rushed out along with what he hoped was a sigh of relief.
Grady palmed her hip, testing the waters. "Does that mean you want me to touch you now? To make you feel good?"
Evelyn's dark eyes held his in the mirror as she rubbed her lips together like she was fighting with herself. Struggling to offer the answer it was pretty clear she wanted to give. "Yes."
Grady moved in more, pinning her in place with the weight of his body against her back as his palm flattened against her belly, fingers teasing at the elastic band of her sleep shorts. "Promise me you can be quiet?"
Evelyn nodded, the motion jerky. "I promise."
"I don't know if I believe you." Grady eased his hand into her shorts, sliding over the plane of her belly before cupping her pussy in his palm.
Evelyn whimpered, her legs spreading wider. Offering him better access and nearly making him release a groan Gram-Gram would most certainly hear.
He traced the line of her slit, barely pressing between the swollen softness of her folds. He sucked in a breath at the silky smoothness of her skin. "Christ, Ev. You're fucking soaked."
Evelyn bit her lower lip, pinching it hard as he traced a line up to find the hardened nub of her clit. He started to circle, teasing along the sides of it in a steady rhythm. "Why are you so wet?"
Evelyn whimpered again, the sound turning to a scoff when his hand went still. She tried to work herself against him, attempting to take what she wanted.
And while it was sexy as fuck, he needed to find out what led them to this point. He flattened his fingers. “No coming until you tell me why you’re this wet.”
Evelyn scoffed again, eyes narrowing in the mirror. "All this time I thought you were a nice guy."
