That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky #3)(56)

“Eve . . .” She grinds against me. “Fuck, Eve, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“Good. I want you to come inside of me.”

Jesus Christ, what has gotten into her? I don’t have much time to think about it as she leans forward, angling her hips and sending herself into overdrive, her pace picking up as her hands roam my chest. I keep my grip planted on her thighs and enjoy the way she rides me, drawing out her own pleasure.

I watch, fascinated, as her face morphs, filling with an all-consuming passion that takes over her body. Her hand floats through her hair as her boobs bounce with her rhythm—the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Yes,” she says softly, grinding down hard. “Yes,” she says a little louder as her mouth falls open. “Oh God, yes.” Her hips rock even faster, and her pussy clenches around me. I’m a fucking goner. There’s no holding back. My orgasm hits me square in the balls as I rock up into her, groaning, just as my name falls off her lips, and she comes right along with me.

She collapses onto my chest and very gently continues to rock her hips until she’s completely sated. I press a light kiss across her forehead and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, soaking up every goddamn second of her.

As we lie there in each other’s arms, I finally get a chance to think everything over. On my way here, I thought it was the end—that I’d have no choice but to walk away tonight and never get another chance to kiss Eve.

That’s not the case.

At least that’s not what it seems like.

I rub my hand over her back and whisper, “Are you okay?”

She presses a kiss to my chest, her lips lingering as she nods. “I’m perfect. I needed this, needed you.” She looks up into my eyes. “I needed to feel you inside of me, be truly connected with you, because it’s felt like we’ve been drifting.”

“That’s my fault, and I’m so fucking sorry. I’m not good at this shit.”

“I’ve gathered that.” Her hand cups my face as she leans forward and presses another kiss to my lips. “Let’s get dressed and talk.”

“Good talk or bad talk?” I ask, my stomach turning in knots again. This girl can truly make or break me with a few words.

“A let’s clear the air kind of talk.”

“Do we need food?”

“I have some mac and cheese in the oven right now. Should be ready soon.”

“You cooked me dinner?”

“Yeah, and if you judge it with your fancy palate, I’m going to smack you in the balls.”

“Babe,” I chuckle, “I eat SpaghettiOs out of a can. My standards are pretty low at this point, and anyway, I bet your mac and cheese is amazing.”

“It is.” She winks and stands up. I take a second to admire her naked body before she starts putting her clothes back on. As she covers her beard-burned breasts, she nudges me with her foot. “Get dressed. I’m not going to be distracted by your nakedness.”

“But my dick likes the fresh air.”

“Well, tell him to take a deep breath because you’re putting your pants on.” With that, she walks off toward the kitchen.

I quickly put my clothes back on, sending an apology to my penis, and then help her out with the plates, bringing them to the table with two sodas. In all honesty, her mac and cheese looks fucking amazing as she pulls it out of the oven and dishes it out.

“Are those crushed Doritos on top?”

“Nacho Cheese,” she says, proud of herself. “The only way to eat mac and cheese is with crushed Doritos on top—or Fritos. Depends on how I’m feeling.”

“Skipped the bread crumbs?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Why use bread crumbs when you can use freaking Doritos?”

“You have a point.” I laugh and take a seat. Wasting no time, I dive my fork into the mac and cheese and take a big bite.

Creamy and crunchy from the Doritos. This very well might be the best mac and cheese I’ve ever had.

“Did you make a roux?”

“Yup, used three different cheeses as well.” Her mouth opens wide as she takes a big bite. Shamelessly I watch her lips work over the fork, all the blood in my body rushing straight to my cock once again. That’s all it takes with this woman, watching her eat freaking mac and cheese.

I clear my throat and look away. “Well, it’s really fucking good.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

I shake my head. “Why would I lie? You just put out, so no need to butter you up.”

That garners me some good old-fashioned side-eye.

“Well, aren’t you a charmer.”

I plop another huge bite in my mouth, already thinking about seconds. “I like to think so.”

“Well, Mr. Charmer, why don’t you tell me about the restaurant your dad wants to start with you?”

Errr . . .

Fork halfway to my mouth, I stare back at her. How the hell did she find out?

Did Eric call her up and tell her? Was it spread through town gossip?

Was it Brig?

That fucking nimrod probably told pretty much everyone at this point.

“Who—”

“Ruth. Not that it really matters at this point, because I should have heard it from you.”