“Can I come in? I think we should talk.”
When she pulls it open, she’s standing there in one of my shirts, and from the looks of it nothing else. It’s so long and baggy on her, and I have to keep my eyes locked with hers so I don’t stare at her chest to see if I can make out the blush of her nipples through the thin material.
“What do you want to talk about?” Her voice is almost cheery, and it’s like she’s pretending I didn’t watch her masturbate.
“I wanted to apologize.” I take a step toward her, and her eyes roam over my bare chest.
“For what?” She shrugs and again pretends nothing happened.
“For standing in the doorway and watching you rub your pussy.”
“Connor!” She looks anywhere but at me as her cheeks turn the color of a ripe strawberry.
“Well, let me rephrase that.” I take another step closer, and this time she backs up. “I’m not sorry I watched you do it.”
“Well…well…you—” She blows out a huff of air as she takes another step back. “What are you apologizing for then?”
“That when you said my name…” I take another step closer and when she backs up, she hits the wall behind her. “I didn’t give you what you were asking for.”
“And what was that?” Her voice is barely above a whisper now.
Bracing my hands on either side of her, I bend down so she has to look me in the eyes. “Everything you were dreaming about while you touched yourself.” I lick my lips as I look at her mouth. “And everything you haven’t had the courage to ask for.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not scared now.” She raises her chin stubbornly and I smile down at her.
“Look at you, my brave girl.” I brush my fingers over her cheek before I slide my thumb along her bottom lip. “Tell me then, little duck, how wet did you get when you were thinking of me?”
She swallows hard, then she parts her lips as she looks up at me through her lashes. “I…um.”
“It’s okay, I’d rather find out for myself.” Leaning down the rest of the way, I touch my lips to hers, so featherlight, giving her a chance to tell me to stop. To my surprise, she goes up on her tiptoes and seals our lips together.
One of my hands pulls away from the wall and wraps around her back. Then I pull her flush against me as I lift her off the ground and slide my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like sweet candy and something special I can’t place. It’s new, yet familiar, and like I’ve always known she would taste this way. Her fingers go to my hair, and she wraps her body around mine as I turn around and carry her back to my bed.
Fuck, this is too fast. I wanted to go easy and let her know she can trust me. But now that I’ve got my mouth on her, I don’t know how to slow it down.
With all the strength I have, I place her on the bed and then break the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” She looks up at me with pleading eyes as I brush the hair out of her face.
“I lost control.” I shake my head and try to breathe in fresh air so I don’t fall on top of her like an animal.
“Is that a bad thing?” Her smile is so damn beautiful that I want to kiss her again.
There’s something so special about Evie that I don’t want to fuck this up. I’ve thought for so long that I wasn’t going to get married and have kids, and one look at her and I’m trying to figure out just how fast I can make those things happen. It’s just like my mom and dad. He knew the second he saw her that she was the one, and I always thought he was making that up. As I look down at my little duck, I can’t help but think that he was on to something.
“I think maybe you should tell me to stop.”
Chapter Nine
EVIE
Stop? How can he want to stop now? Has he lost his damn mind? Stopping is the last thing I want to do while my body screams for more. His kiss took my breath away, and now all I can think about is what his mouth might be like on other parts of me.
“Do you want to stop?” I find myself asking.
He might be having second thoughts, and for all I know my kiss was lame. Every inch of Connor is big and hard, and as much as I don’t want to think about it, I'm sure he’s kissed more than a few women in his life. He’s probably realizing how inexperienced I am. He’s my first kiss ever, unless you count the one on the playground in elementary school, and I’m guessing not.