“I see.”
“And…” he drags his gaze from my face down the front of my body.Even with the unshaven wild-man shadow on his throat, I can see the pulse beat under his skin.I watch him swallow hard.
He lifts his eyes to me again.“Ditch the sweater, Phoebe.”
“All right, but only if there’s something in it for me.”I grab the cashmere and yank it over my head.
CHAPTER 36
Evander
Fuck me.
There’s a bare, wild-haired sex vixen straddling me.And I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or tell her the truth.
That I didn’t fucking know.
I told myself a long time ago that I would never fall in love.That it wasn’t something I was capable of.Because I don’t do intimacy.I’ve never had any interest in investing a lot of time and energy into something that has no chance of working out.
I feel something shifting in me.I detect a willingness to ask questions where there’s only ever been stubbornness.All it took was the storm of the century and being stuck in a remote surveyor’s shack with Phoebe Travis.
A woman who’s as insightful as she is gorgeous, and isn’t the least bit afraid to share what she sees in me.
She’s calling my bluff.She’s not paying any attention to my warnings.
She really is a badass.
Phoebe’s messy curls catch the firelight.Her cheeks and lips are flushed to the same dusky pink as the perfect nipples on those spectacular tits.Her body is a delicate collection of curves and hollows, firm but not thin, with a hint of muscle definition in her arms, belly, and thighs.
It’s the body of a woman who’s grown up doing honest ranch work out of a sense of duty, and then rides horses and hikes the Sierra Nevada foothills because it brings her joy.
That’s when it hits me.
Phoebe radiates joy.That’s the source of all the inner beauty I see whenever I look at her.When I look at what’s in front of me at this moment.
Yes, she’s objectively gorgeous.If I saw her walking down the streets of downtown San Diego, I’d sure as fuck notice her.Even if she were in a group of hard-bodied California blonds in miniskirts and heels.
Shewould be the one who fascinated me.I’d stare at her effortlessly pretty face, take in the graceful way she moves, and wonder why, in all my world travels, I hadn’t managed to meet someone this perfect.
Perfect for me.
I guess that’s because she wasn’t anywhere in the world.She was from here.
Home.
I am swamped with a feeling I can’t name.I want her.I need her.I want to give her anything and everything she might desire.
I only hope I have it to give.What if I can’t?
Or won’t?
“Phoebe.”
“Yes, please,” she whispers, bestowing a smile worthy of the seductress she’s just become.She places a fingertip on my lips.“But there’s something I’d like to do first.”
And with that, my sweet sex vixen slithers her way down my body.She crouches low, sticks her ass into the air, and leaves kisses all over me.Across my chest.Her hot and slick tongue flicks my nipples.
A jolt of electricity shoots through me.
