knowing what to do with her. Sure, she had gotten a little upset at her mom a couple of times, but never to this extreme. “Um …”
“Why are you crying, babe?” Her eyes filled again at the sound of the silly nickname.
“A couple of reasons.” She wiped her eyes as he came and sat by her.
Slinging his arm around her shoulders he pulled her close and pressed a kiss into her hair. “Want to tell me about it?”
“I have just had a crazy couple of weeks, and today took the cake. The stuff with my mom has made me a psycho whiny bitch and I don’t know how to get it together. Then my best friend Gwen calls me saying she is coming here; she found out the other day her husband has been cheating on her. Then there was that stuff with you, and I locked my keys in my car. Gwen has a copy; I just need to get into my house.”
“What stuff with me?” He would zero in on the one thing that was relevant to him, and the only thing he would be able to change.
“Today, I went to see you in your office and I saw your girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” He looked genuinely confused, trying to figure out who she would have seen. “I don’t have … oh.” His eyes widened when he thought of who visited him today. “When did you come in?”
“About an hour ago.”
He started laughing, causing her to pull away in outrage. “I don’t think that’s funny.”
“Sorry, but you are jealous of my sister.”
“Your sister? Wait a second, I never said I was jealous.”
“It’s written all over your face, babe. Come here,” he pulled her into his arms again. “It’s ok if you’re jealous. I like it.”
“You would.” She chuckled as he kissed her head again. “It was just after that kiss yesterday it pissed me off.”
“A possessive woman. I like it.” He wagged his eyebrows.
Her eyes narrowed into slits. “Shut up.” She normally wasn’t the jealous type; she figured he was the one making her crazy.
He arched an eyebrow. “Is the crisis averted?”
She rolled her eyes, figuring he was referring to her earlier mini breakdown. “I’m done crying, if that’s what you are worried about.”
“It was, among other things. I am still trying to get back to the other night.” He moved toward her, trying to capture his lips in a kiss. She turned her head at the last second so he caught her cheek instead of her lips. As much as she wanted to invite him inside, she still had too much to do before Gwen was here.
“That’s going to have to wait until later. I don’t know if we’re still on because Gwen will be here.” His face fell comically, and she knew what he was thinking. They were never going to get to have sex. That was just something else to add to the long list of why Eva’s life sucks right now.
He stood up to leave, taking in her bloodshot green eyes, puffy from all the crying, and mascara running down the side of her face. He rubbed his finger down her face and she leaned into his touch, seeking comfort. Call him crazy, but she still looked gorgeous to him, and he knew he needed to get out of there before he did something crazy like beg her to go inside with him. “Well, I guess we can meet up some other time because I know you are going to want to be here for your friend. But for a taste, since I’m clearly not getting any tonight …” He grabbed her face, claiming her lips quickly and possessively. He couldn’t help himself; he had to get a taste before he left.
Her mind went blank as she focused on the taste of him, opening herself up to more. His hand snaked up her back to grab her neck as he tilted her head back, giving him access as he pressed little kisses along her pulse and down the slim column of her neck. He groaned, slowly pulling back, as she stared at him with wide eyes and short, panting breaths. Her bruised lips caused him to adjust himself as he felt his slacks tighten even more.
“As much as I would love to stay…” he kissed her again, hard and quick as he walked
“Why are you crying, babe?” Her eyes filled again at the sound of the silly nickname.
“A couple of reasons.” She wiped her eyes as he came and sat by her.
Slinging his arm around her shoulders he pulled her close and pressed a kiss into her hair. “Want to tell me about it?”
“I have just had a crazy couple of weeks, and today took the cake. The stuff with my mom has made me a psycho whiny bitch and I don’t know how to get it together. Then my best friend Gwen calls me saying she is coming here; she found out the other day her husband has been cheating on her. Then there was that stuff with you, and I locked my keys in my car. Gwen has a copy; I just need to get into my house.”
“What stuff with me?” He would zero in on the one thing that was relevant to him, and the only thing he would be able to change.
“Today, I went to see you in your office and I saw your girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” He looked genuinely confused, trying to figure out who she would have seen. “I don’t have … oh.” His eyes widened when he thought of who visited him today. “When did you come in?”
“About an hour ago.”
He started laughing, causing her to pull away in outrage. “I don’t think that’s funny.”
“Sorry, but you are jealous of my sister.”
“Your sister? Wait a second, I never said I was jealous.”
“It’s written all over your face, babe. Come here,” he pulled her into his arms again. “It’s ok if you’re jealous. I like it.”
“You would.” She chuckled as he kissed her head again. “It was just after that kiss yesterday it pissed me off.”
“A possessive woman. I like it.” He wagged his eyebrows.
Her eyes narrowed into slits. “Shut up.” She normally wasn’t the jealous type; she figured he was the one making her crazy.
He arched an eyebrow. “Is the crisis averted?”
She rolled her eyes, figuring he was referring to her earlier mini breakdown. “I’m done crying, if that’s what you are worried about.”
“It was, among other things. I am still trying to get back to the other night.” He moved toward her, trying to capture his lips in a kiss. She turned her head at the last second so he caught her cheek instead of her lips. As much as she wanted to invite him inside, she still had too much to do before Gwen was here.
“That’s going to have to wait until later. I don’t know if we’re still on because Gwen will be here.” His face fell comically, and she knew what he was thinking. They were never going to get to have sex. That was just something else to add to the long list of why Eva’s life sucks right now.
He stood up to leave, taking in her bloodshot green eyes, puffy from all the crying, and mascara running down the side of her face. He rubbed his finger down her face and she leaned into his touch, seeking comfort. Call him crazy, but she still looked gorgeous to him, and he knew he needed to get out of there before he did something crazy like beg her to go inside with him. “Well, I guess we can meet up some other time because I know you are going to want to be here for your friend. But for a taste, since I’m clearly not getting any tonight …” He grabbed her face, claiming her lips quickly and possessively. He couldn’t help himself; he had to get a taste before he left.
Her mind went blank as she focused on the taste of him, opening herself up to more. His hand snaked up her back to grab her neck as he tilted her head back, giving him access as he pressed little kisses along her pulse and down the slim column of her neck. He groaned, slowly pulling back, as she stared at him with wide eyes and short, panting breaths. Her bruised lips caused him to adjust himself as he felt his slacks tighten even more.
“As much as I would love to stay…” he kissed her again, hard and quick as he walked
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