Page 34 of Hush Money
“I’m sorry,” I moan out. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
There is something so erotic in his confession and even in my apology. It’s like our first time and make-up sex all combined into one beautiful night. He freezes above me for a moment,and the blood drains from my face when I realize that the bliss between my legs is on pause.
“Don’t apologize to me, Evie,” he says sternly. “Just say you’re mine.”
Our eyes lock, and I realize he’s being serious. Totally, completely serious. He needs to know.
I push myself up onto my elbows and reach one hand up to wrap around the back of his head.
“I have always been yours,” I tell him. “Even when I was his.” Then I pull him down into me, our lips and tongues crashing together. He lets go of my hips to hold my head to his, like this kiss is his lifeline. When we finally come apart, I have a newfound bolt of confidence…and an insatiable hunger for him. I put one hand on his chest and scoot toward the end of the bed. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”
I stand up, grabbing his arm and swinging him around so that he’s now on the bed. I push him down then crawl up his body, pausing ever so quickly so that my breasts dangle in his face for a moment. A devilish smile creeps over his lips as I straddle him then lower myself down onto him without taking my hands off his chest. He moans with pleasure as I bite my lip.
I move my hips back and forth, letting him fill me up from below, my hands still splayed out on his chest. And then I lift my ass up and down, sliding up and down his dick while I dig my fingernails into his shoulders.
“Fuck, Keat,” I moan out. “I can’t believe I waited this long.”
He smiles beneath me, reaching up to palm my breasts as I bounce higher and higher. I feel him in my stomach, and it’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever had.
“Yeah?” he breathes. “You like it?” I nod, like an addict who has her eye on the prize. He sits up, his hand sliding up my back, then carefully and methodically, he slides out of me and flips me onto my stomach in one quick, pretty move. He pulls me up infront of him so that we are back to chest, one hand wrapping gently around my neck and the other sliding down between my breasts, over my navel, and to my pussy. His fingers glide through my arousal, keeping me nice and wet. My whole body is practically purring for him.
“I have a whole lot of making up to do, sweet girl,” he whispers in my ear, leaving a soft trail of kisses and chills up my spine. “And I’m not stopping till I claim every single inch of you. Buckle up, baby girl. You’re mine now.”
“Mmm,” I moan, practically melting into him. “Yours,” I echo him. And with that, he pushes into me from behind then fucks me like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear. He holds tight to my hip, one hand wrapped around my hair, and we move back and forth together, me matching his every motion. “Good, baby. You’re doing so great. You can take it, Eve.”
His praise is all I need to throw myself back into him, over and over, matching his thrusts. I claw for the covers, and his hand slides down to my clit. He rubs it in the most perfect circular motion, pressing into it just the right amount and at just the right time with each motion. And then I feel my legs start to tingle. And my toes. And I moan—no, not moan…scream—out his name. He fucks me even harder until I hear his growl, and he collapses on top of me. After a few moments of catching our breath, he slides out of me slowly, and I fall forward onto the bed. I feel the wetness slide out of me and drip down my leg, and then I feel the swipe of his finger.
“There it is,” he growls into my ear. “Mine.”
KEATON
I’ve wondered what it would be like to sleep with Evie Dawson for two decades.
I wanted her so badly when we were young.
I wanted her for my own selfish needs and desires.
But now, tonight, I wanted her forhertoo. I wanted her to know what it felt like to be worshipped. For someone to absolutely, desperately need her. Because I sure as hell did. And even now, seeing myself sliding down her thigh, Istilldo.
She looks so fucking beautiful lying here on my bed, naked, slick with both of our sweat. Her hair is splayed out over my pillows like flames, one arm draped up over her head while the other is draped subtly over her mid-section.
I hate that she feels like she has to cover up.
Especially now.
I’m about to walk to the bathroom to get her a towel, but I stop and lean over her on the bed. I lean down so our lips are just centimeters apart, and I slowly take her hand from her stomach and bring it to my lips.
“Stop. Hiding,” I tell her, kissing her hand twice. She smiles, her cheeks flushing, and she turns to her side, this time with her hands both tucked under her head. I smile and walk to thebathroom. After I clean us both up, I hit the switch on the remote that’s attached to the wall. The blinds lift, and suddenly, we are looking out over Manhattan. It’s a clear night, and it feels like you can see the whole island.
“Show-off,” she says with a playful smirk, and I gently tap her ass as I climb into the bed next to her. I hit another button on the remote next to me, and the gas fireplace in the corner of the room turns on. I look over at her.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” I say playfully as I tickle her sides. She shrieks as I pull her into me, nuzzling into her hair and neck. She wraps her arms over mine tightly, and we just lie here under the glow of a fake fire and the New York skyline.
We lie in silence for what feels like only a few moments but ends up being a solid hour before she finally turns to me. I know she has something on her mind by the way she keeps rolling her lips together. Her eyes move from point to point on my face. I smile and tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
“What is it?” I whisper. Her eyes lock on mine, and she smiles, knowing she’s been caught in the act of overthinking.
“What now?” she whispers back. “What does this mean?”
