She knocked his hand away so she could think. “Stop that.”
“Sorry. Look, if you want to get even, you can touch my nipples. Or my dick. Dealer’s choice.”
She bit back a laugh. “Evan, focus.”
“What?”
“And don’t try looking innocent with me, buddy. You’re naked and getting hard again. I can feel you against my leg.”
“It’s your fault. Those breasts… I love your body.”
There went that L word again.
She cleared her throat. “You were going to tell me about your mom’s new boyfriend while I try not to feel strange about being naked while we talk.”
He blinked. “Is that weird for you? Why should it be? You’re beautiful.”
She blushed. “Thanks. But yes, it’s weird. I’ve never talked while naked with anyone.”
He watched her and asked slowly, “Not even with Bryce?”
Chapter 21
Evan knew he’d taken a huge risk tonight. But damn if he could hold it in any longer. He loved Kenzie, and she needed to know that. Oh, he’d seen the panic on her face when he’d said it, but then they’d been swept away by a feeling they both knew well. Her orgasms were fucking hot. Besides, watching her come, which had to be the most amazing thing on the planet, made him feel good for giving her such pleasure.
He’d taken a chance telling her everything up front, not waiting to see if she felt anything back. But Evan truly believed what he’d said. He didn’t expect or want her to repeat words of love to make him feel better. But she should know what came from him and that he wanted nothing but to make her happy.
Bringing up Bryce had to be done. He needed to see if she’d talk about him or if she’d ever get over the loser.
“Bryce? You want to talk about Bryce while I’m naked? Whileyou’renaked?”
“For the record, you said his name twice, so technically you’re already doing it.”
“You should probably slap me,” she muttered.
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” She blushed. “Fine. You want to talk about him?”
“No. I want you to talk about him. I’m just here to listen.”
She frowned. “Don’t try to be all mature and sensible on me. I’ve heard you call my brother fartnozzle.”
“True.” He grinned. “Fine. Tell me about the fuckhead loser you used to date. The one that broke your heart and turned you against all men. Except not all men, because you’ve turned into, and I quote, ‘a love slave and penis worshipper.’ Although penis worshipper sounds like a pretty good thing to me.”
“Stop.” She laughed. “I don’t think I can handle talking about Lila and Rachel while I’m sitting on your penis.”
“Would it help if it was inside you?” Oh yeah, that got him hard.
“Evan, shut up.” She shifted, and he closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. “Finally. Yappy, aren’t you?”
He blinked his eyes open, happy to see her looking calmer and not so terrified of her ex’s name.
“I met Bryce after breaking up with a guy I’d dated for a few months. The guy I broke up with was boring, to be honest. Bryce wasn’t. He was nice, he made me laugh, and he was nice to Daniel. We met at a coffee shop and hit it off.
“He was an engineer and made nice money. I’m a graphic designer and not rolling in dough. He told friends about me, and I got some jobs that helped the business at a low point. I’m a contractor, and we have good times and lean times. So if you’re dating me for my money, think again.” She glanced around her. “I’m pretty sure you’re paying three times what I am for your rent.”
He nodded. “And let’s not forget how crappy your car is compared to mine.”
