I thrust my whole hand between her folds, rocking it to rub her flesh. The scent of her desire wafted around us. She smelled incredible.
"Val, we can't," she said, though her voice was a throaty whisper and her head had tipped back, exposing the delicate column of her throat. Her fingers gripped the counter's edge harder, making tendons rise on the back of her hand. "I have to get to work. This place doesn't run itself."
"No, you're not leaving yet." I dropped to my knees in front of her, then dragged her jeans and panties down to her ankles. "Not until I've tasted you."
I grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted, hoisting her ass onto the counter.
Movement outside the window pulled my attention to the view, and for a second, I swore I noticed a shadow out there. It disappeared so fast I decided it must've been a cloud passing over the sun.
And I had more important concerns at the moment.
Eve glanced around as if expecting to see paparazzi outside one of the windows. "We can't. I can't. What if—"
"No one will know what we're doing. Unless you scream."
I shoved my head between her thighs, burying my face against her mound and thrusting my tongue between her folds. Her cream tasted sweet and tangy, and the musky scent of her drowned my senses. I draped my arms around her hips while I lapped at her flesh, circled my tongue around her taut nub, and raked my tongue down her cleft and back up to suck her clit into my mouth.
Her fingers plunged into my hair. "Oh, Val, yes."
A knock rattled the door.
I kept licking and suckling her nub, too inflamed by the flavor and heat of her to give up her body or to care who the fuck was knocking.
She whimpered, her nails scraping my scalp.
A more forceful knock rattled the door.
"Eve?" Quentin called. "You in there? I need your input with the repairs."
"Stop," she hissed to me.
I pulled back enough to look up at her. The blouse she wore had gotten bunched around her hips. "Tell him to go away."
"Can't do that." She planted her feet on my chest and pushed me away. "This is my job, Val."
While I sat back on my haunches, she shimmied her hips as she pulled her jeans and panties up, then zipped up and hurried to the door.
Her hand on the knob, she glanced back at me. "Better, um, go into another room or something."
She nodded toward my groin and the erection waving at her.
I leaned against the island. "Afraid your handyman will be jealous?"
"Unlike some people, I don't flaunt my sexcapades for the world to see." She flapped her hands, shooing me away. "Go."
I moved behind the island where Quentin wouldn't see the state Eve had gotten me into here in the kitchen.
She slipped her feet into the flip-flops she kept beside the door, pulled the door open partway, and sneaked outside. She yanked the door shut after her.
I shook my head, smiling. Stubborn as she was, Eve wanted me as much as I wanted her, and we would be fucking soon.
Very soon.
Chapter Nine
Eve
I ordered him not to do it, but Val insisted on helping me clean up the dining hall, take the dishes back to my house, and wash them. He even rushed back to the house to put on skintight jeans and a T-shirt, in accordance with the health code. Quentin tried to help too, but Val kept swooping in first to do everything. He seemed impervious to Quentin's hot glare and his snide comments. My handyman called my newest guest "a human bulldozer" and "an exhibitionist with a one-track mind" as well as "a mosquito buffet waiting to happen." The last one didn't make sense since Val was currently wearing clothes, but Quentin chortled at his own joke anyway.