And, most importantly, I clearly am catching feelings.
“We can’t have sex down here,” I tell him.
But I could maybe sneak him up to my bedroom.
“Okay,” he agrees. Too readily.
He could try a little harder to convince me.
But then I forget to be upset about anything. Including bad traffic, crappy weather, and freakingwar. Because Everett Clark leans in and starts licking and sucking frosting off of my right breast. At the same time, he plays with my left breast and nipple, until I’m squirming on the counter, my hand in his hair, gasping his name.
Then he simply moves his hand down into the front of my sleep pants, which I wear without panties, by the way, and circles my clit.
I gasp, then moan his name.
He looks up, frosting smeared on his lips. “You need to bequiet, Ginger,” he says.
Then he returns to what he was doing. Except now he lifts one hand and covers my mouth.
At the same time his big palm is keeping me quiet, he slips two thick fingers inside me with the other. Somehow, I’ve instinctively moved to the edge of the counter so that he can do this. I’m obviously enabling this entire thing. And there’s no way I can be apologetic about that as he pumps his knowing fingers deep, his thumb circling over my clit as if he remembers every single second from our night together.
And it's only minutes before I am tumbling over the edge of an orgasm right there where my family eats breakfast every single morning.
The man responsible looks up at me with a pleased grin, licks his lips clean of frosting, then licks his fingers free of me.
I scramble fully upright, pulling my clothes back into place, breathing hard, and staring at him.
“Holy—”
The front door opens, and I react without thinking.
I shove him back and slip to the floor, ducking behind the counter.
Heavy footsteps come toward the kitchen, and it has to be my brother. One of them, but most likely Graham at this time of night, since the other two don’t sleep here anymore.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I start to crawl toward the back staircase.
I hear Everett’s soft chuckle, then feel my sweatshirt hit me in the butt. I grab it as I round the corner. I crawl up two stepsand then sit, breathing hard as Graham says, “Hey man, you’re still up?”
“Yeah,” Everett says. “I just can’t get enough of this buttercream. I’m absolutely addicted.”
CHAPTER 10
GINNY
New Year’sEve
Everett:Happy New Year.
Ginny:You’re an hour early.
Everett:It’s the new year on the East Coast, and I wanted to be the first to say it.
Everett:I also just got home from a party and I’ve been thinking of you all night. And in another hour you’re going to tell me that it’s inappropriate to tell you that I wish you were here so I could kiss you.
Everett:Or I wish I was there to kiss you. Because I bet the party in Sapphire Falls is a lot more fun than the one I was at.
I decide not to comment on that being appropriate or not. It probably won’t be, but I love that he’s thinking of me. And dammit, I wish he was here to kiss me too.
