She’s so goddamn perfect—from her personality to her intelligence to her fine-ass body and beautiful eyes. She’s my dream woman, the person I’ve had a crush on for over a decade, but when I finally get the chance to be with her, I go and push her away.
I’d never admit this to Brig—or either of my other brothers for that matter—but I can’t seem to write off the notion that something truly happened to us in New Orleans, that perhaps some cosmic force did strike us in the hearts, dooming our chances at love until we screw our heads on straight.
Or I’m just the world’s biggest dumb-ass, the guy who pushed away the woman he’s been pining after for years—and all for a job that won’t work out anyway.
My heart in my throat, I push off my truck and head to her apartment. It almost feels like walking the plank, but instead of man-eating sharks, my fate involves Eve ripping out my goddamn heart.
I have no one to blame but myself.
Nerves completely shot, I lift my fist to knock on the door—just as it opens. Eve stands on the other side wearing a pair of silky red shorts, a black tank top, and a smile.
A smile?
I almost expected her to be wearing a black turtleneck and a menacing scowl powerful enough to shrivel up any pair of balls that gets in her way.
“Hey.” I can barely get the word out before her arms are wrapping around my neck and pulling me into her warm apartment while her lips find mine.
What is . . . fuck, her mouth is so amazing.
Warm and soft, she kisses me, shuts the door, and pushes me up against it. This feels familiar but with roles reversed. Her hands run from my shoulders down over my pecs to my stomach, where she starts to undo my pants.
What the hell is happening right now? Not that I should really care—Eve is trying to take my pants off. Now is not the time for questions.
An instant later, my jeans fall to the ground, and one of her hands shoots into my briefs, cupping my already-hard cock.
“Fuck,” I say against her lips. She squeezes, and a hiss falls past my lips as she pumps her hand up my length. “Eve, what—”
She silences me with her mouth, her tongue diving in deep, dancing with mine, matching my strokes. She’s aggressive, needy, and I find myself feeling the same exact way.
Getting myself together, I pull down the front of her tank top and take her breast in my hand. I roll her nipple between my fingers, enjoying her moan, which I capture with my mouth. I move over to the next breast, yanking down on her top even more, not caring in the slightest if I rip the damn thing.
Needing more, I lift her up, and her legs wrap around my waist, my cock rubbing against her backside. My mouth falls to her tits, and I suck one in as her head falls back, exposing her beautiful long neck. Shit, I need to be inside her now, more than anything I’ve ever needed in my life. There’s no time for going to the bedroom or even the couch for that matter. I drop down to the floor and make quick work of my clothes as she does the same.
We’re frantic, we’re frenzied—we’re a pair of uncontrollable addicts looking for their next fix. She sprawls on the ground, pulling me on top of her and rubbing my cock along her slit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I mutter, shutting my eyes at how goddamn amazing she feels.
In response, she guides my cock to her entrance.
“Condom, babe.”
“I’m on the pill,” she says right before slipping me inside.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Shit, Eve.”
Without a word, she flips me to my back and fully fills herself as she sits down on my lap, her hips rocking back and forth, starting a rhythm I’m not quite ready for as my cock swells inside of her.
“Eve . . .” She grinds against me. “Fuck, Eve, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
“Good. I want you to come inside of me.”
Jesus Christ, what has gotten into her? I don’t have much time to think about it as she leans forward, angling her hips and sending herself into overdrive, her pace picking up as her hands roam my chest. I keep my grip planted on her thighs and enjoy the way she rides me, drawing out her own pleasure.
I watch, fascinated, as her face morphs, filling with an all-consuming passion that takes over her body. Her hand floats through her hair as her boobs bounce with her rhythm—the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Yes,” she says softly, grinding down hard. “Yes,” she says a little louder as her mouth falls open. “Oh God, yes.” Her hips rock even faster, and her pussy clenches around me. I’m a fucking goner. There’s no holding back. My orgasm hits me square in the balls as I rock up into her, groaning, just as my name falls off her lips, and she comes right along with me.
She collapses onto my chest and very gently continues to rock her hips until she’s completely sated. I press a light kiss across her forehead and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, soaking up every goddamn second of her.
As we lie there in each other’s arms, I finally get a chance to think everything over. On my way here, I thought it was the end—that I’d have no choice but to walk away tonight and never get another chance to kiss Eve.
That’s not the case.
At least that’s not what it seems like.
I rub my hand over her back and whisper, “Are you okay?”
She presses a kiss to my chest, her lips lingering as she nods. “I’m perfect. I needed this, needed you.” She looks up into my eyes. “I needed to feel you inside of me, be truly connected with you, because it’s felt like we’ve been drifting.”
“That’s my fault, and I’m so fucking sorry. I’m not good at this shit.”
“I’ve gathered that.” Her hand cups my face as she leans forward and presses another kiss to my lips. “Let’s get dressed and talk.”
“Good talk or bad talk?” I ask, my stomach turning in knots again. This girl can truly make or break me with a few words.
“A let’s clear the air kind of talk.”
“Do we need food?”
“I have some mac and cheese in the oven right now. Should be ready soon.”
“You cooked me dinner?”
“Yeah, and if you judge it with your fancy palate, I’m going to smack you in the balls.”
“Babe,” I chuckle, “I eat SpaghettiOs out of a can. My standards are pretty low at this point, and anyway, I bet your mac and cheese is amazing.”
“It is.” She winks and stands up. I take a second to admire her naked body before she starts putting her clothes back on. As she covers her beard-burned breasts, she nudges me with her foot. “Get dressed. I’m not going to be distracted by your nakedness.”
“But my dick likes the fresh air.”
“Well, tell him to take a deep breath because you’re putting your pants on.” With that, she walks off toward the kitchen.
I quickly put my clothes back on, sending an apology to my penis, and then help her out with the plates, bringing them to the table with two sodas. In all honesty, her mac and cheese looks fucking amazing as she pulls it out of the oven and dishes it out.
“Are those crushed Doritos on top?”
“Nacho Cheese,” she says, proud of herself. “The only way to eat mac and cheese is with crushed Doritos on top—or Fritos. Depends on how I’m feeling.”