That earns her the dimple.
“—so come on, let’s lock it up ...” I raise my brows, and she nods, realizing how futile that is. “Or leave it as it is and go back to the beach. I’ll buy you another beer while we wait for the tow truck ... I might even let you make it to first base under the pier.”
A grumble comes from deep in my chest.
“I’m sorry about your car,” she whispers, lifting to her tiptoes, giving me no other choice but to kiss her.
I let out a deep breath, pulling away before draping my arm over her shoulder and letting her lead us away as I throw out, “Hey, you wouldn’t know anyone who could give me a ride to work tomorrow?”
She laughs and glances up at me, reaching up to interlace her fingers with mine.
“You’re in luck. I do know a girl who could give you a ride. But only for the right price.”
Our steps match as we walk.
“Oh yeah, what’s she charge?”
She bites her lip, doing a poor job of hiding her smile, before she levels, “Your heart—”
My face whips to hers, because for the first time in our history, Evie just said something cheesy and adorable on purpose.
I shrug. “Never mind, I’ll walk.”
Her mouth falls open, eyes wide as she slaps my chest, but I grab her face and kiss her.
How is it that ten minutes ago I was ready to lose my shit, but now I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing?
Chapter Sixteen
Evie
“Chase.” My palms slap down on the kitchen island as a deep exhale escapes me. Actually, it’s more of a moan. “That’s so good. Right there.”
His deep voice vibrates in all the right places. “Devi impastare, tesoro. Non fermarti ora.”(You gotta knead, baby. Don’t stop now.)
My eyes tip up to the ceiling before squeezing closed because I can’t concentrate. I’m not sure I even know my name. “You’re torturing me. Goddammit.”
Another moan falls from my lips, although it sounds more like a whimper.
“Evie . . .” he levels.
My name is said as a warning. But his voice is so commanding that it makes my fingernails curl into the flour spread on the counter, under the doughy mess I stopped rolling around two minutes ago.
“Shhhh,” I beg. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”
He tsks. “Se te lo ripeto, non ci sarà il dessert.”(If I tell you again, there will be no dessert.)
I drop my head and meet his gaze from where he’s sitting on the kitchen floor. Between me and the counter. Fingering me and teasing me with his tongue while making it really fucking hard to concentrate on anything other than getting off.
“I’m pretending you’re telling me to concentrate on coming.”
“Dough. Knead it,” he growls in English, pressing his lips to my clit like a chaste kiss.
Fuck. I shake my head, half crying and fully panting as I open my eyes and stick my hands back on the stupid bread dough.
“Happy?” I snap, but the moment I do, all my breath is stolen from me. “Oh fuck.”
My stomach caves, because Chase just thrusted two fingers inside me, gripping my bare ass with his other hand.
