Page 31 of Hush Money
But instead, I’m running full speed in her direction.
And I’ll enjoy every minute of this fiery crash.
I stand up slowly, my eyes trained on her. I walk around the desk slowly, never once taking them off her. I keep walking until we are standing directly in front of one another. We both look a little different than the last time we were together. There’s a little more gray in my beard and my hair, a few more wrinkles aroundboth of our eyes. But she’s still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.
I take one more step so we are chest to chest. I reach my hand up and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and stroke her jawline with my thumb. I lean down so my lips are next to her ear.
“This can’t be undone, Eve,” I whisper. I hear her swallow under her breath.
“I’m counting on that,” she whispers back, and I can’t help but smile.
“We won’t ever go back to what we were. Or what we are now. Nothing will be the same,” I tell her. But she just nods, and I think maybe I’m also telling myself. But the truth is, after she left the first time, nothing ever was the same.
She was the sun that my world revolved around, and when she left, my world went dark. And the crazy thing is that, even after everything, after a part of me died, I know that one look from her would have lit up my entire soul again. And I know that because, two nights ago, when I walked into that diner, that’s exactly what happened. She breathed life back into me with one look. If she never came back again after this, I would live the rest of my life in a purgatory of my own design, because being apart from her wouldn’t really be living in the first place.
I cup her head in my hand, staring down into those same eyes that made my body react all those years ago.
“Fuck it,” I say, and my lips crash onto hers. A little whimper escapes her, and it makes my whole body vibrate. I hold her head between my hands, savoring her lips against mine. I start slowly, kissing her for sixteen-year-old Keaton, who wants nothing more than to make her feel like the most special girl in the world. Then I kiss her harder, more urgently. This time for twenty-one-year-old Keaton, who is terrified she’s going to slip out of my grasp. Then my tongue slips between her lips, claiming her forthirty-four-year-old Keaton, who has waited long enough, and who isn’t going to let her go again.
I slip my arms around her, scooping her up and walking out of the study. She tightens her arms around my neck, one hand curling around it and one weaving through my hair. I slide my hand up her back, the other hooked under her legs as I nudge my bedroom door open then kick it shut with a thud.
God, it feels so fucking good to kiss her. After all this fucking time, to have her to myself. Even if it’s just for tonight. But God, I hope it’s not.
I kick my shoes off as I walk across the room, making my way toward the bed. I lay her down slowly, my head under her hand, our lips never coming apart. I run my hands down her body, over her hips, and around to her ass. The perfect fucking handful.
My Evie.
She fits so perfectly with me.
She moans as I give her a little squeeze, and I smile against her mouth. I move my hands toward the waistband of her leggings, slipping my fingers in. She bucks against my touch, her fingers weaving through my hair. I tug on the leggings, and her eyes open. We come apart as I look down at her, making sure she’s okay with the direction this is going. She doesn’t say anything but just nods.
I tug them down slowly, and as I do, I realize she has no underwear underneath them.
Fuck. Me.My eyes flick up to hers, and she bites her lip nervously. I pull them down farther, until she’s completely exposed to me, and I salivate at the sight of her. After all this time, after everything we have learned about each other, all the secrets we know, there are still parts that we’ve kept from one another.
And that changes tonight.
I stare down at her perfect pussy, then I look up at her and lick my lips. I pull the leggings all the way down and tug them off her feet. I run my hands up her legs, leaving soft kisses on the insides of her calves and up her thighs. When I push her legs apart, she jolts, and I lock eyes with her.
“Do you want me to stop, Eve?”
She bites her lip then shakes her head slowly.
“No, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to,” she says shyly. I lift an eyebrow. She lets out a little shuddered breath. “I can…I can take a while. And I don’t want it to get old. Plus, I…I haven’t shaved and?—”
“How about this, baby,” I cut her off. “How about you just lie back and let me go. If you don’t like it, you just tap my arm, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
She bites her lip again. Then she nods slowly.
I move to push her legs apart, but they’re stiff. I squeeze them gently, leaning down so that my mouth is just inches from her pussy.
“Relax, baby,” I whisper. “I’ve been wanting to do this for twenty years.” Her eyes open wide as she lets her head sink back in the mattress, but her legs flop to the sides, and I smile. And then I dive in. I start off slow with long swipes of my tongue. And holyfuckdoes she taste good. I feel another shudder go through her, and I moan.
“Jesus,” I say, and her eyes shoot open again. “You taste amazing, Eve.” I see her visibly relax a little more, and I get back to work. My tongue works her folds, and I suck her into my mouth, playing with her, licking and flicking her clit with my tongue. She starts to writhe under me, and I can tell it’s working. And all it does is make me want to keep going.
I don’t want it to get old.
Ha. If that fucker ever made her feel that way, he can go fuck himself.
