She grins. She’s so fucking sexy I want to start all over again, but my body can’t cooperate just yet. I think it will take me more than two seconds to recuperate from something this strong. I don’t think I can even shift enough to pull out of her. Maybe we can stay like this forever.
I shouldn’t like the thought so much.
My lids are heavy, but she seems full of energy. Tugging and pushing, she manages to roll me on my side, and she rolls with me, still wrapped around me, one leg over my thigh.
Comfortable. Warm. I inhale her scent of flowers, and I’m already dozing off when she clenches her leg, drawing me closer. As I’m still trapped inside her, this brings a growl up my throat.
She laughs, a silver sound. “Why did you think I wouldn’t come here tonight?” she asks, her voice soft.
I try to think of a plausible explanation. “Your folks? I thought you’d get into trouble if you did.”
Her face falls, and I want to kick myself for reminding her. “They know I’m staying at a friend’s.”
I don’t know what to say to make her forget. My brain is sluggish. “I like holding you.”
She smiles, her brow smoothing out. “I like it when you hold me, too.”
“I don’t wanna scare you away.” Damn, my mouth is on autopilot. Brain not connected. “Ev…”
“You can’t scare me away,” she says firmly, and fuck, I want to believe her. “Are you talking about taking me into that alley today, or are you hiding whips and chains somewhere in your room?”
She glances around as if expecting to see them hanging on the wall, and I snort.
“The alley,” I say, although that’s not all. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. “Won’t you tell me what scares you?”
Her lips part, and I’m tempted to kiss her again. I hold back. I want to know more about her. I want to understand her.
“My boyfriend,” she starts, and I freeze. I think my heart has stopped.
“Boyfriend,” I repeat, my voice choked.
“Blake,” she says, “my ex-boyfriend. Very ex.”
I release a long breath, and my heart restarts with a lurch. “Right. Blake. What about him?” I fucking hate the guy already, and that’s even before I remember where I heard his name before. “He’s the douchebag who tells you you’re a cripple, isn’t he? What else did he do to you?”
She doesn’t immediately reply, and heat rises up my neck. I’m gonna rip this guy’s head right off his shoulders. My pulse thrums in my ears.
“What did he do?” I ask again. “Did he hurt you? Where is he now?”
“Micah.” Her hand worms its way between us and settles over my pounding heart. “Calm down.”
“The hell I will. What did he do, Ev?”
“Nothing.” She bites her lip. “It’s stupid. He’s never been violent with me, or anyone else.”
Some of the tension leeches out of me, but I’m still grinding my teeth. “Then why are you afraid? What else did he say? If he—”
“He just talks a load of crap.” She presses her forefinger to my lips, stopping my questions. “Forget it.”
The adrenaline rush is still making the blood rush in my ears, but exhaustion drags me down. I manage to pull out of her and tie off the condom, then go clean up and return with a wet cloth for her. She moans softly as I clean her, and damn if my cock doesn’t twitch again.
Not sure I’ll survive another round tonight. So I tell my dick to suck it up, throw the wet cloth into a corner of the room and fall back into bed. I gather her close, tucking her head under my chin, still amazed at how such a tiny person can make me feel safe and content.
“What time is it?” she whispers, her breath tickling my skin.
My eyes are closing, and I struggle to open them again. “Must be midnight, I guess. Why?”
“Maybe I should set an alarm for tomorrow. Have to go to work.”