Page 29 of Fall Into Temptation
She opened a bottle for him and slid it across the island. When she reached for the glass vase above the sink, he was there pulling it down for her. He put the vase in the sink but stopped her when she reached for the faucet.
“Hang on a second. I just want to make it crystal clear that this is a date,” he told her, his thumb tracing the edge of her jaw. They were so close in the confined space, he swore he could hear the beat of her heart. “You seemed a little confused last night and this morning. So just so there’s no misunderstandings…”
She stole his damn move.He was getting ready to close in on her, to kiss her until she melted against him. But it was Eva who gripped him by the shirt and dragged him down to her hungry mouth.
If his thoughts had been of love a moment ago, they were now violently approaching lust. Her lips were so soft, so busy, against his. His skin burned beneath his clothes everywhere she touched him. He wanted to slow it down, to take his time andtasteher.
And then she opened for him. And he lost his damn mind.
He lifted her up, dropping her on the kitchen island and changing the angle of the kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she moaned against him, into him. He needed to find his control before they went too far, before he was stripping her naked right here and—
“Hey, Aunt Eva can I borrow—” Evan’s strangled cry tore them apart. Eva nearly fell off the island, but Donovan steadied her and helped her down.
“Sorry, Ev,” Eva said, fanning her flushed cheeks.
“What is with all you adults? Everyone’s always making out all the time. I’m starting to get emotionally scarred. Don’t you have anything better to do?”
Donovan grinned at her nephew. “In another year or two, you won’t be able to think of anything better to do,” he promised.
“Oceana and I have anintellectualrelationship,” Evan lectured them on his junior high girlfriend. “Sure. We kiss and stuff, but man, not all the time and not where you make food.”
Eva wrapped him in a headlock despite the two inches he had on her. “Awh, poor Evan being surrounded by people who like each other.”
“You sound like my mom!”
“Not cool, man! Not cool,” Eva said, tightening her grip on him. “I’m the fun, awesome aunt.”
“Fine. If you’re so fun and awesome, can I borrow your zombie apocalypse game?”
“Schooling Beckett tonight?” she guessed.
“Yeah, he’s been stressed with all this planetary crossing crap and trying to find Reva and Caleb’s mom. I thought I’d distract him with some blood and guts.”
She ruffled his hair. “You’re a good kid, Ev.”
“Yeah. I know. I don’t know why everyone feels like they need to keep reminding me all the time. Why doesn’t anyone tell me I’m tall or I smell okay?”
“You’re a thirteen-year-old boy. You don’t smell okay.”
“Ha. Game please.”
Eva excused herself to dig through a stack of games and movies in the living room.
“So, you and my aunt,” Evan said, trying to appear taller.
Donovan grinned and held up his hands. “I remember your ass-kicking talk with Niko when he started dating Emma. You don’t have to warn me again.”
Evan sighed. “I knew this was going to happen. You always got that sappy puppy-dog look when she was around.”
“Yeah, but it was a manly sappy puppy-dog, right?”
“Oh, sure. Definitely. But you carry a gun, so that helps.”
The kid was placating him. No wonder the whole town called him Mini Mayor. He may not have been Beckett’s by blood, but they were destined to be father and son.
“Aha!” Eva wielded a case triumphantly. “Found it. Don’t scratch it, and don’t beat my high score or I’ll—”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ll pelt me with pumpkin pies. Got it.” Evan snatched the game out of her hand. “Thanks Aunt Eva. Don’t cross any lines tonight, Sheriff.”
