“Do you still have that screwdriver?”
“It’s where you left it.”
I hurry to her bedroom, spotting the screwdriver quickly enough. But it’s not the only thing I notice. I spot my flannel shirt, the same one Everleigh was wearing this morning, wadded up on the floor between the bed and the wall. I bend to pick it up, and a bright orange dildo flies out of the fabric, dropping onto the floor and rolling under the bed.
“Are you snooping?”
I spin, discovering Everleigh in the doorway.
“Is it snooping if it’smyshirt?”
“Give that to me.” She’s quick—quicker than I anticipate. She snatches the shirt from my grip and spins away. But she’s not fast enough to escape me entirely. I kick the door closed and cage her against the wall as she shoves the shirt behind her back with both hands. It’s now I notice she’s no longer wearing the gray hoodie. All this time she was hiding a skin-tight tank top with a low dip in the front. Hints of a pink lace bra peak at the edges of that dip.
Blood rushes south, my dick slowly standing to attention.
“It’smyshirt,” I counter, trying like hell to keep my hungry gaze above her chin. But fuck me, I’m only a man.
“I’m not done borrowing it,” she says matter-of-factly.
“What have you been doing with my shirt?” I ask, recalling the toy. Fuck, just the thought of her playing with herself has me instantly hard.
“Nothing I’m admitting to you,” she fires back, mischief sparkling in her eyes.
“Were you playing with yourself, Ev?” I growl, leaning closer.Fuck, this escalated quickly.Our bodies don’t quite touch, but the heat between the thin gap is charged. I lower my mouth, my lips an inch from hers. “Is that why you were so wet when you kissed me this morning?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Did you imagine me watching you when you played with yourself?” I don’t know what’s come over me, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m a man bewitched by the woman before me. “Are you that wetnow, Ev?”
I expect her to squirm, to dip down and escape my trap before things go too far. I’m already pressing more than I should. But dammit, finding that toy wrapped in the fucking shirt she was wearing this morning when she humped the shit out of my cock, I can’t seem to help myself.
To my surprise, she doesn’t try to evade me. Instead, she reaches up for one of my hands. She grips my wrist and yanks it down with force. “Why don’t you find out for yourself,” she dares, shoving my hand inside her shorts.
All common sense leaves the room. There is only the warm wetness pooled between her legs, and my fingers buried in it.
“Fuck, Everleigh.”
She reaches a hand to my jeans, and I hear the shirt drop to the floor behind her with a thump. Her slender hand slips inside my pants, covering my cock through my boxers. She strokes it slowly. “Hmm. Don’t think that’s a gun,” she says, her teasing words a panted whisper.
“Not a gun,” I confirm, my fingers sliding through her folds, teasing her button. I could listen to those sexy little whimpers…forever.
Her fingers burrow beneath the cotton fabric, and I nearly lose it right then. How fucking long have I fantasized about the feel of her hand on my cock? Fuck. All this is happening toofucking fast. I can’t think straight with her hand gripping me. She’s trying to free my length, and I know exactly where she wants me to be.
“If you want this cock inside you, sweetheart, you’ll have to talk to me about that kiss first.”
“Not happening.”
In one quick motion, I yank her hand from my pants and spin her around until her back’s to me. “Then put your hands against the wall,” I growl against the shell of her ear.
“Am I under arrest, Sheriff?” she teases.
I sink my hand deeper between her legs, inserting my middle finger into her channel. Her gasp turns into a moan of approval.
“You have the right to remain silent, Ev.” I tug her earlobe between my teeth. “But good fucking luck with that.”
I add a second finger into her slick heat, maneuvering my palm against her clit. I’m not gentle, and, judging by the way she gyrates her hips and begs me not to stop, she doesn’t want gentle. She lifts on tiptoes, popping that ass against my throbbing dick. I didn’t bother putting it away when I spun her around. Bare skin rubs against the fabric of her pink shorts. It would be so easy to yank her clothing away and claim the woman I’ve wanted for months now.
But when I finally drain my cock inside Everleigh, she won’t so easily be able to play it off like it didn’t happen. I’ll make sure of it.
