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“Show me,” she whispers.
I tense, my mind reeling. But then her hand squeezes mine gently and guides it upward.
“Oh, God Evie,” I mutter, eyes closing.
I feel her bring our hands up to the tip, gripping just a little tighter, making my knees weaken, before moving back down to the base.
“Jesus, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Her startled rush of words brings my eyes open, and I watch her watch this.
Her hand. Around mine. Around me.
I’ll admit it’s pretty fucking sexy.
But her lovely fingers aren’t touching me where I want them, so — gently, as though asking permission — I open my grip, take her hand, and wrap it around me.
It’s her moan now that sings against the shower walls.
I close my hand around hers and pump once.
“God almighty—” The back of my head slams against the shower wall, and with my left arm, I encircle Evie’s waist and crush her against me. In the crook of my arm, she leans into me, breasts pressed to my ribs. When her thighs close around my left leg, I quicken the pace.
Her hand is soft and alive, her grasp eager and enthralled. My body tightens as she watches us, but then she brings her gaze to mine, and I see something boundless in the green of her eyes. Whatever it is, I want to fall into it and never come out.
I dip my mouth to hers, lifting her higher against me. She takes my tongue, lips sealing with mine, and her grip tightens around me.
“Evie—” I pant into her mouth.
“Drew, you’re all I want.”
I hear these words, the sweet longing in her voice. And I’m gone. My body seizes, over and over, in fits of pleasure, and I loose my seed into the falling water.
And as I do, I call her name so many times I lose count.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
EVIE
I am in love with Drew Moroux.
This is my waking thought, the one filling my consciousness before I even open my eyes to the pre-dawn light.
And I smile because I know exactly where I am. From head to belly and belly to toes, I’m pressed to Drew. In fact, I’m snuggled against him like a jetpack, one arm over his middle, his legs tangled with mine. My cheek against the warm plane of his back.
And his left hand is holding my right to his chest. I can even feel his slow, even heartbeat.
Yeah, loving him feels better than anything else, but sleeping next to him is a close second.
This wasn’t how we fell asleep, of course. After the shower, Drew toweled me off, squeezing as much water as he could out of my hair. He watched me braid it after we’d dressed — me in his T-shirt, and him in a pair of sleep shorts. And then he tried giving me the one pillow, even though I insisted we could share. In the end, he took the pillow, stretched out on his back, and pulled me half across him, encircling me with his arms.
It was like snuggling a floating island. I fell asleep riding the waves of his breath.
Right now, his breathing is still deep and steady, so I know I’m the only one awake. I need to get back to Janine’s to let Gemini out and feed him, but I don’t want to move.
Baby Aaron spent last night with James’s parents so we would all officially have a night off, and I don’t want Gemini to make a fuss about needing to go out or grumble to be fed and wake my friends if they can sleep until noon today.
So I bury my nose into the thick, dark waves at the back of Drew’s head and inhale his warm cotton and fresh-cut lumber smell one last time.
I love this too.
