Warmth expands in my chest until I’m full of her belief in me. I rub at it while I drift around my room.
“That really hits me. Thanks, Evie.”
“I’m proud of you,” she says softly. “You’ve worked your ass off to get here. And I’m really glad you’re staying.”
I stare at her. “Me too.”
It’s beyond gratifying to know I made this happen. I get to have everything I’ve been striving toward since I returned to town.
Well… Almost everything.
My gaze burns. Eve’s mellow from sleep, hair mussed, and she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes on.
There hasn’t been a single second since we started this three months ago that I thought of her as anyone but herself.
Because there’s no one in the universe that compares to Eve.
“Are you still tired?” It comes out smoky with desire.
She shakes her head, eyes hooding. I wet my lips slowly, gaze dragging up and down her as she stares at me. Her hand slides down the length of her body, out of frame.
We’ve been on the phone to fool around or sent photos and videos. It doesn’t compare to being able to see her live, watching her reactions.
There’s no fake names hidden behind a private conversation on a dating app. Our desires are plain as day.
This is all us.
She can’t hide it if she wants me, and I’m done hiding it from her that she can have everything from me if she lets me give it to her.
“Hold on,” she says.
Eve props the phone on a stand on her desk. She disappears from view, leaving me with her empty bed.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see. By the way, that suit is really fucking hot on you. Thanks for the eye candy, but you should take it off.”
My mouth quirks. I ditch the blazer and finish undoing the buttons. Her face appears at the edge of the frame to watch as I drag the shirt out of my pants, muscles rippling while I strip it off.
“Like what you see?”
She hums. “Yes.”
“Why are you hiding from me?”
“I’m not.”
She steps into view and immediately sends blood rushing to my cock. She’s wearing my coaching jacket.
And nothing fucking else.
I forgot I lent it to her a few weeks ago. I’m not complaining because seeing her wear it makes me rock hard.
The zipper is open to her cleavage, the bottom skimming her bare thighs. She twirls for me, peeking over her shoulder when she displays my name across her back.
Her eyes gleam and she props her hands on her hips. “I thought this was fitting since you won tonight, coach.”
“Fuck, Evie.” It comes out gravelly.
