“A-Ma needs it more than I do.”
Duh. Use your brain, Nate.
“Why didn’t you just call me? I could have given you a ride.”
Eve casts her beautiful eyes down to the floor. “I don’t have your number.”
I mentally kick myself.
Good going, dumbass. You made her walk in the rain.
I step out of the way. “Come inside. Let’s get you dried off.”
Eve enters the apartment and looks around, jaw dropping in amazement. “Wow,” she whispers. “You’ve got a nice place.”
“It belongs to Pops, so I can’t take all the credit.” I gesture toward the kitchen table. “Take a seat. I’ll bring you a towel.”
She does so, smiling at the food I’ve prepared. “Did you make this yourself?”
“I did indeed.”
“You didn’t go to a restaurant, order to go, and plate it up yourself?”
I chuckle. “What do you take me for? I’m a man of many talents.”
Eve giggles softly as I shuffle through the linen closet and pull out a clean bath towel for Eve to use. I come back and kneel before her to drape it over her head and shoulders. Her skin’s cold to the touch, but it’s a relief to see she’s stopped shivering.
“Thanks,” she says softly.
I smile. “You’re very welcome.”
There’s a tense silence looming over us. Neither of us makes a move. I’m too lost in the delicate frame of her face to care. I feel strangely calm whenever Eve’s around. The sound of rain, of our controlled breathing, the quick beat of my heart fade into the distance. I’m vaguely aware of how warm the apartment is and the chill that radiates from Eve’s body.
It’s like I’m suspended in time, happy to be exactly where I am.
Eve slowly lifts a hand and touches her fingertips to my cheek, running it down to caress my jaw. Her eyes haven’t left my lips. In the dim lighting, I can see that her pupils are blown wide open.
She leans in and presses her lips to mine, circling my neck with her arms to draw close.
It surprises me how I lean into her touch. Not because I want to, but because I need to.
In this little town with nothing, Eve is everything.
When she pulls away, I almost don’t let her.
“How hungry are you?” she asks, a coyness to her smile.
“Famished.”
Eve’s expression falters slightly. “Oh, uh– Yeah, that makes sense. I kept you waiting and—”
I throw my head back and laugh. “I’m hungry for you,” I clarify.
“Oh.” She giggles, bright and bubbly and brilliant. It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever heard.
“Dinner can wait,” I say as I rise to my feet. I grab her by the waist and lift her up. She’s light as a feather.
Eve full-on laughs. “Where are you taking me?”
I can’t help but grin. “An apartment tour.”
“If that apartment tour is confined to your bedroom, I can’t wait.”
“Great minds think alike,” I say before capturing her lips once more, carrying her toward the bedroom at the end of the hall.
It’s safe to say we totally forget about dinner.
Chapter Ten
Eve
Nate doesn’t get a chance to close the door before I drop to my knees and make quick work of the front of his pants. His cock’s already hard, tenting his boxer briefs in an attempt to stand at attention.
I hook my fingers over his waistband and pull everything down with one swift motion. His cock springs free, swollen and thick and dripping. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke him gently, astonished at how he swells even bigger in my grasp.
“Eve,” he grunts. He laces his fingers in my hair but doesn’t pull.
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, tonguing at his slit. He’s a bit salty, but it’s not unpleasant. If anything, it just makes me thirstier for more. I swirl my tongue about as I take him deeper into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him down. The head of his cock nudges the back of my throat, but I don’t gag. I’ve got surprisingly good reflex control, so I’m able to take it. Nate groans, staring down at me with those deep, dark eyes of his.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.”
I bob my head up and down, lapping up his taste as I memorize the texture of his hot skin on my tongue. I’ve still got a hand at the base of his shaft, stroking in tandem with my mouth as I coat him with saliva. I close my eyes, appreciating how quickly Nate seems to unravel.
“How the fuck are you this good?” he asks, voice hoarse and tight.
I don’t pull away to answer. Instead, I hum around him, sighing in satisfaction. My pussy’s already wet and ready for him, but I think I’m more than happy to remain here on my knees. If he wants to use my mouth, if he needs to come all over me, I think I’d be fine with it. I’d never let anyone else get this far with me. But for Nate?