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tell him to fuck off. She hated that he knew the effect he just had on her. Eva was a proud woman, and Trevor was a cocky ass. He could think whatever the hell he wanted to think. There was no way she would admit what that kiss did to her. Chapter Five Trevor watched as Eva pulled her dress over her head, standing in nothing but her flesh-colored strapless bra and thong. Had he mentioned how fucking nice that ass of hers was? I think we pulled it off pretty well, don t you? he asked, stepping out of his trousers and hanging them up. Eva laughed, her mood from the remainder of the evening seeping into the enclosed space of the bedroom, making him smile. He d held on to her, and as the night went on, Eva started holding on to him as well. She would lean her head against his chest as she laughed. She would pull him against her as she danced, allowing him to feel the way her hips would dip and sway to the fast beat against him or the way her chest felt as it rose and fell against him to the rhythm of a slow song. She would smile at him between her conversations. And she would climb onto his lap when they were all sitting down having a drink together. Seeing Meagan so happy and witnessing Eva s joy and ease at her best friend s wedding gave him a satisfaction that ran deep. He loved these women, and he d do anything to see those smiles across their faces. And he d admit that it felt damn good to finally get his hands on that redhead. Yep, she replied, turning her back to him as she unsnapped her bra. But he wasn t going to complain, because now he got to peer at that perky little ass of hers. Pulling a t-shirt over her head that hit the middle of her thigh, she turned back around and raised her brows at him when she noticed his not so subtle staring. What? he asked innocently. Don t flash me your ass if you don t want me to look. Rolling her eyes, she slipped the thong down her legs and pulled on a pair of skimpy shorts. Yanking down the sheet and comforter, she eyed Trevor while he peeled out of his shirt, enjoying her view just as he had moments ago. But he liked that she looked at him. He would stand there butt-ass naked if she wanted him to, all she had to do was ask. Was it everything you thought it would be? she teased as she climbed into bed. That was a bit of a loaded question. He didn t know how to answer that. Fuck no, it wasn t everything he thought it would be because every time he d thought about touching her or kissing her, it was a hell of a lot more than the pathetic attempt at a kiss he gave her out by the tent. But at the same time at the risk of sounding like a complete sap it was more than he thought it would be. He about fucking came undone when her small body fell against his like she was too weak from his touch to support herself. The way she shivered under his fingers sent a pulse to his dick that gave him images of making her shiver beneath his mouth. They way her skin tasted on his tongue . . . fuck. He turned from her and tried to subtly shift his now hard dick in his tight boxers. Unsuccessful, he walked to the light switch next to the door and flipped the ceiling light off in attempt to hide his erection. Was he embarrassed about his dick rising at the thought of her? No. But he didn t want to make her uncomfortable. Pulling his side of the covers down, he crawled in bed next to Eva. He could smell the scent of her shampoo lingering on her hair as it spilled out on her pillow, cascading over to his side of the bed. He wanted to reach out and run his fingers through the smooth strands. Her hair was usually in its natural curly state, wild and wiry like her. But the soft, flowy locks of hair that splayed out around her now were calm and soft kind of like the way she felt in his arms earlier. Stretching out on his back, he raised his hands above his head. Think he bought it? Eva asked. He shifted his head toward her. She had turned on her side, her check pressed against the pillow and her hands tucked up under her chin. She looked meek and vulnerable, and the sight of her curled sweetly next to him was downright torture. Do I think Luke bought it? He laughed and lowered his voice. Whether he bought it or not doesn t matter. He saw me touch you, he watched as a rosy heat fanned across Eva s face, the dim florescent light from the bedside lamp aiding his eyes. He smiled, loving the idea of her blushing at the memory of his touch and kiss you. As far as he s concerned, you re mine. Pretending or not. She sighed, relieved. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |