Maddox: You awake? Want to come over?
Eve: For?
Maddox: I can't seem to settle down to get to sleep. I thought you'd be having the same problem.
Eve: I am actually.
She probably didn't want to be alone any more than I did. I had been content with it for so long, but now that she'd come into my life, I wasn't any longer.
Maddox: Another midnight meeting?
Eve: Be right there.
I got up and paced the length of the room, unable to sit still. I flexed my hands and ran them through my hair. Was I ready to do something like this with another woman?
My body said yes, but my brain was a bit of a mess. I told myself I was doing this to ensure that Eve was okay. This had nothing to do with my needs. But I was lying to myself. I wanted her.
When she texted that she'd arrived, I opened the door. She wore the same outfit she had earlier, a skirt with tights and a puffy jacket. I took her jacket and hung it on the hook by the door while she removed her boots. Then I led her toward the sunroom.
This room felt like the farthest one away from Sofia. She rarely got up in the middle of the night, and if she did, I'd hear the stairs creak.
"How was dinner?" I asked her when we sat next to each other.
She let out a breath. "Not as bad as I was expecting. I think my sister is seeing Ford again."
"You don't think they should be seeing each other?"
She shrugged. "They didn't work out last time, but they were young. Maybe he's changed and wants to commit."
"How are you holding up?" I persisted.
She huffed out a laugh. "I was so busy all day; I didn't really have time to think until I got home."
"It's your first holiday after a loss."
"I was kind of hoping you could distract me," she suggested.
Was she implying what I thought she was? Did she want to continue where we left off the other night?
The muscles in my body tensed. "We have to stop meeting like this."
She scooted closer. "You mean in the middle of the night?"
"Yes." I barely breathed as she lifted one knee and straddled my lap.
Her hands hooked casually around my neck, and her head lowered, her hair falling around us.
This time, I wasn't going to stop her or tell her this was a bad idea. I was on board with whatever happened next.
My hands drifted over her tights, feeling the warmth of her body underneath. She didn't reach down and stop the movement. Instead, her fingers curled in my hair as her lips lowered to mine. This time when our lips touched, it felt like I'd been shocked.
Her mouth parted, and I didn't waste any time diving in. I wasn't sure if I'd get another chance or if she'd stop me.
This moment felt fleeting. I wasn't going to waste a second. I pulled her closer to me, and she ground over my aching dick. She had me amped up and ready to go in no time.
I'd unleashed everything that I'd been holding onto the last few years. There was no restraining myself. I couldn't get enough of her. Her curves, the scent of her lotion, or her lips on mine.
But I wanted to get closer to her. I found the back of her tights and pulled them down. It was an awkward position, so she reached under her skirt, wiggling them the rest of the way off. This time when she straddled my lap, my hands landed on silky, smooth skin.
