Page 26 of Hush Money
A very, very sexy angel.
Her eyes open slowly, and she trains them on me. A shy smile creeps over her lips, and she bites her bottom one. I smile back. Tipsy Evie always got a little more free-spirited, but then she’d catch herself and straighten up.
I don’t want her to straighten up right now.
I want her loose, relaxed. Safe.
“You have always loved this song,” I say to her, taking a long sip of my beer. She nods.
“Yeah,” she says. “This one is myfavorite.”
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Because it reminds me of you,” she says, then she stops moving. She stares at me, eyes wide as saucers, like she can’t believe she just said that. If it’s possible, she has even more of my attention now. I sit up slightly, taking another sip.
“Why is that?” I ask her. She swallows, biting her bottom lip. Then she shakes her head slowly.
“Nope,” she says. “No reason. Pretend I didn’t say that.”
She starts swaying again, turning her back to me.
But now I need to know.
I scoot off the couch, setting my beer down on the coffee table. As I draw closer to her, it feels like the music is slowingdown. It feels like the room is getting a little bit darker, and the only light I see is her. I close the space between us, and she’s staring up at me, those long eyelashes batting in my direction. Then she slides her hands up to cover her face.
I reach up and gently move her hands from her face.
“Why does this song make you think of me, Evie?” I ask her again. She takes in a breath.
“Because I had my first orgasm thinking about you while this song was playing,” she blurts out. She slaps her hands over her mouth, turning away from me and putting some space between us. So many things are going through my head right now.
The fact that she thought about me in that way all those years ago, when I was across town thinking about her the same.
The fact that I never knew it.
The fact that shestillthinks about it.
And the fact that she’s talking about touching herself to the image ofme.
My tongue juts out to wet my lip. I close the space between us and reach out to grab her arm. I gently turn her around so she’s facing me.
I want to do so many things right now. I want to make her show me. I want to start the song over, pull up a chair, and watch.
I want to help her. With my hands. My mouth. My dick.
I want to watch her come undone for me.
But her face is flushed, she’s clammy, and judging by the way she just let that out, she’s not in the right state of mind for that. And the first time I make her come, I want her to remember it all. I sigh, bending down to press my forehead to hers.
“Let’s go to bed, Eve,” I whisper. She just nods against me. I make our bed on the couch, and she’s asleep within moments. But me…I’m up and in the shower, trying to let the burning desire I feel for her wash down the drain.
When I wakeup the next morning, she’s gone. And I decide I don’t like that as much as when she’s here. I grab my phone off the coffee table, and I see that she’s texted me.
Had work early today. Repeat of last night later?
I smile as I type back.
Yeah. Complete with the dance. Have a good day at work.
