He’s asking if I’ve left bodies on the ground.
Me:
No, I got wet.
I toss my phone outside the shower, then take my wallet from my back pocket and do the same. Evie stands under the water, watching as I remove everything that’s strapped to my body.
“That’s a lot of weapons. Are you expecting a war to break out in this little town?” she asks me.
“I always expect the worst,” I explain. “It’s how I stay alive.”
When I remove my shirt, her eyes land on the gauze covering the bullet wound. “Did you expect that one?”
“No,” I grunt. I’m fucking pissed off at myself for not seeing Jenna’s betraying ass earlier.
“Does it hurt?”
“I’ve had worse.” I smirk. “But I won’t stop you if you want to kiss me better.”
“Don’t hold your breath waiting.” Evie smiles at me.
I prefer it. Her smile over her fucking tears. I know she’s trying to distract me from seeing her so fucking sad when I walked in here.
Once I’ve taken off all my clothes, I step forward and pick up the loofah, squirting some soap on top. Then I start wiping it over her shoulders, working my way down her arms. “I’ve thought about doing this for weeks,” I admit.
“You thought about washing me?”
“Yes.”
“That’s… weird.” She laughs.
I don’t care if it’s weird. “I like to take care of things that are mine,” I remind her, moving the loofah over one breast, and then the other. This is the first time I’m seeing her completely naked. It’s better than any fantasy I’ve cooked up in my head.
“I’m not yours,” Evie says, watching my hand move farther south.
“Being my girlfriend makes you mine.”
Evie laughs. “I’m not your girlfriend, Emmanuel. You haven’t even asked me to be.”
“If I want something, I take it. I don’t ask. And I’ve never wanted anything more than you.” My hand moves down between her thighs, as I push her back against the wall. Evie’s legs part as I rub theloofah over her pussy. “Are you going to let me have you, mi alma?”
She shakes her head from side to side, but her legs open wider. Evie places her hands on my forearms. “I don’t belong to anyone. I belong to me,” she says.
“Wrong answer.” I drop my hand away from her pussy and step back.
Evie glares at me. She was on the verge of an orgasm. “Why did you stop?”
I shrug. “You don’t want me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Tell me that you’re mine, Evie, and I’ll make you come so hard you won’t remember ever not being mine.”
Evie smiles at me, a defiant look in her eye as she reaches up and lifts the showerhead from its holder. “I don’t belong to anyone but me,” she repeats as she moves the nozzle towards her pussy. Her free hand covers one of her breasts, her fingers pinching and pulling at her nipple.
“You think a showerhead can give you better pleasure than I can?” I quirk a brow. “Okay. Show me.” I lean my back against the opposite wall, calling her bluff. There is no way that showerhead can do for her what I can. My cock is rock hard. I wrap a hand around it, slowly pumping as I watch Eviebring herself pleasure. “Tell me that feels better than my fingers? Better than my cock?”
“It doesn’t, but it’s good enough,” she fires back.
