Leo's Chance(46)

"Because you’re everything I ever wanted," I whisper back. "Because to me, you’re perfect."

She stares at me silently again before smiling and whispering, "Even this mole on my shoulder?"

I look down, barely able to see the tiny beauty mark she’s pointing at in the dim light. "Especially that mole. I was on the fence about you before I saw it. That mole sealed the deal for me."

She laughs softly. "Okay, good. Thank you, little mole."

I smile and bring my lips back to hers. I reach down between us and slip my finger between her legs. Oh, Jesus, she’s so wet. I moan into her mouth and she presses against me, wanting more of my hand. I slip my finger deeper into her warm wetness and use my thumb to dance lightly over her swollen bundle of nerves. She jerks slightly and whimpers into my mouth.

She brings her hand down to my rock hard erection and slides her hand gently up and down. I pull away from her mouth, groaning out, "Evie," as she continues to stroke me. We stare into each other’s eyes, hers wide with desire, her lips parted, as our hands pleasure each other for several minutes. We watch each other’s expressions change as the arousal rises. It’s intimate and intense and I can already feel an orgasm circling through my abdomen. I close my eyes and clench my muscles until I feel it fade away. For the moment.

"Jake," she exhales, "I’m close. I want to come with you inside me." As she says this, she squeezes me lightly and rubs the pre-cum on my tip with her thumb.

"Ahhhhhh."

"Does that translate to, ‘Okay, Evie?’" she laughs softly.

"Yes," I say, removing my hand from between her legs and hitching her top leg over my hip and scooting even closer to her.

I lean up over her to position myself at her entrance and push inside. Her tight heat surrounds me and the feel of her without a condom is beyond description. I’m afraid to move. But my body apparently isn’t as my hips start thrusting practically of their own accord. I groan, "Oh God, baby, you feel so good."

She moans back, clutching me tighter to her. We move together, moaning and gasping and watching each other’s faces in the dim glow of the fire. There’s something primal and beautiful about making love in the glow of the flames, as if we could be in another era entirely and it would still be me and her, clasped together in this timeless dance of passion.

As her breathing becomes faster, I reach my hand down between her legs again and move my finger over her clit. I’m on a hair trigger here and I need her to come.

After only a couple seconds, she arches her back and presses into me and she’s gasping through her orgasm. Watching her and feeling her spasming around me, tips me over the edge and I jerk inside of her as wave after wave of pleasure spike through me. We’re coming together.

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After we’ve cleaned up and changed, we finish our dinner. It tastes even better now after our mini workout. Evie even allows me to use a fork.

We pick up our picnic and then I move to the couch and switch on the t.v. I feel satiated and happy and some mindless television sounds good.

Evie goes over to the Mac and turns it on, sitting down at the dining room table. "Checking it out? Ever used a Mac?" I ask, looking over my shoulder.

"No, but I've always been pretty good with computers. I'll probably get the hang of it pretty quickly."

I get involved in the show, some real crime news show about a woman who disappeared and –

The sound of Evie’s computer snapping down jolts me out of the story and I look over at Evie, whose face has gone pale. I stand up immediately.

"What's wrong, baby?" I ask. Shit, what happened?

She ignores me, walking to the door and starting to put her shoes on.

What the hell? "Evie! What happened? Why are you leaving?" My heart starts pounding.

"That woman in your hotel room was Gwen, wasn't it, Jake?"

"What?" I’m thrown. Where did this come from? My mind reaches back for the lie I told Evie after Lauren answered my phone. "No. Of course it wasn't. Do you think I would invite Gwen to my hotel room for drinks after the way she treated you?"

"Well, I wasn't exactly thinking you brought her to your hotel room for drinks, Jake. All I know is that you sure did look cozy whispering in her ear in the pictures from the benefit you were at Tuesday night."

It takes only seconds for me to connect the dots. Ah, God, she Googled me and saw that damn picture of Gwen and me at the dinner in San Diego. Fucking Google. I hadn’t thought of that picture once since it was snapped. I run my hand through my hair. How is it that Gwen of all people keeps coming between Evie and me? It’s so ludicrous, I would laugh if Evie wasn’t wearing that wounded expression.

"Evie, that was a company benefit. Gwen was there with her father. She tried to talk to me several times and I wouldn't have much to do with her. When she cornered me in front of a photographer, I leaned in and told her she was lucky that I wasn't the type to want to air my dislike for someone on film. She laughed as if I was joking, which I wasn't. That was that. I didn't talk to her again all evening."

She just keeps looking at me, searching my face. Finally, she takes a deep breath. "I want to believe you, Jake, I just… I don't want to… "

"Evie, listen, God, if you only knew… " I laugh a humorless laugh.