damage to the other person as possible. They actively tried not to rush things or push each other, and Eve knew without even having to ask that having “The Talk” would send Lind running.
“It smell delicious in here.”
Eve looked up to see Lind enter the kitchen wearing nothing but his jeans. She swallowed hard. Any exposed inch of his body always had that effect on her; it made her mouth run dry. She hoped that effect would never wear off, no matter what routines they settled into.
She gave him a smile as he walked up to her. “It’ll be ready soon,” she said.
He wrapped both arms around her from behind and kissed her neck, his wet hair tickling her skin. He inhaled deeply. “You smell like butter,” he rumbled against her nape. “If I didn’t have to go to work, I’d take you again right here in this kitchen.”
Eve felt a surge of renewed passion and quickly squashed it down. “Alec will have both our hides if I make you late again,” she said.
Lind grunted a protest, delivered a bite to her neck, and finally released her to go pour the coffee.
Eve thought it was very Sons of Anarchy -esque, the way Lind worked as a mechanic at the garage Alec had inherited from his father, but she had soon learned that the Diamondbacks hated the comparison, and so she refrained from bringing it up. Still, it didn’t stop her from smirking to herself whenever she thought about it.
Spotting the grin on her face, Lind rolled his eyes. “You’re picturing Charlie Hunnam again, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” Eve conceded, as she turned off the stove and began to serve the French toast. “He sure is hot.”
Lind snorted, as he took the steaming mugs to the table and took his seat. “I don’t understand why you’re wasting your time fantasizing about some actor when you have a real life biker at your disposal.”
Eve placed a full plate in front of him and brought her own breakfast to her own seat across from him. “For the same reason you fantasize about Scarlett Johansson whenever you watch Avengers .”
“Hey, that’s not the same thing,” Lind said with a teasing grin. “I don’t have a real life superhero at my disposal.”
“How would you know?” Eve retorted. “You’ve never seen me wearing spandex.”
Lind almost choked on his coffee. “I might take you up on that.”
“I might let you,” Eve said, as she munched happily on a slice of French toast drenched with maple syrup.
Lind’s blue eyes went unbelievably dark over the rim of his coffee mug, and Eve felt a familiar tremble shoot down her spine.
Not two minutes later, they were once again lying in a tangle of limbs, and not even the earthenware tiles of the kitchen floor could cool them down. Hungry lips found each other, searching tongues licked and sucked, and eager hands dug into each other’s flesh.
Where is this going?
Eve had no idea. In moments like this, she wasn’t even sure she cared, not as long as he kept faith to his word of having her “right here, right now”—no matter where “here” was or when “now” happened to be.
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“It smell delicious in here.”
Eve looked up to see Lind enter the kitchen wearing nothing but his jeans. She swallowed hard. Any exposed inch of his body always had that effect on her; it made her mouth run dry. She hoped that effect would never wear off, no matter what routines they settled into.
She gave him a smile as he walked up to her. “It’ll be ready soon,” she said.
He wrapped both arms around her from behind and kissed her neck, his wet hair tickling her skin. He inhaled deeply. “You smell like butter,” he rumbled against her nape. “If I didn’t have to go to work, I’d take you again right here in this kitchen.”
Eve felt a surge of renewed passion and quickly squashed it down. “Alec will have both our hides if I make you late again,” she said.
Lind grunted a protest, delivered a bite to her neck, and finally released her to go pour the coffee.
Eve thought it was very Sons of Anarchy -esque, the way Lind worked as a mechanic at the garage Alec had inherited from his father, but she had soon learned that the Diamondbacks hated the comparison, and so she refrained from bringing it up. Still, it didn’t stop her from smirking to herself whenever she thought about it.
Spotting the grin on her face, Lind rolled his eyes. “You’re picturing Charlie Hunnam again, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” Eve conceded, as she turned off the stove and began to serve the French toast. “He sure is hot.”
Lind snorted, as he took the steaming mugs to the table and took his seat. “I don’t understand why you’re wasting your time fantasizing about some actor when you have a real life biker at your disposal.”
Eve placed a full plate in front of him and brought her own breakfast to her own seat across from him. “For the same reason you fantasize about Scarlett Johansson whenever you watch Avengers .”
“Hey, that’s not the same thing,” Lind said with a teasing grin. “I don’t have a real life superhero at my disposal.”
“How would you know?” Eve retorted. “You’ve never seen me wearing spandex.”
Lind almost choked on his coffee. “I might take you up on that.”
“I might let you,” Eve said, as she munched happily on a slice of French toast drenched with maple syrup.
Lind’s blue eyes went unbelievably dark over the rim of his coffee mug, and Eve felt a familiar tremble shoot down her spine.
Not two minutes later, they were once again lying in a tangle of limbs, and not even the earthenware tiles of the kitchen floor could cool them down. Hungry lips found each other, searching tongues licked and sucked, and eager hands dug into each other’s flesh.
Where is this going?
Eve had no idea. In moments like this, she wasn’t even sure she cared, not as long as he kept faith to his word of having her “right here, right now”—no matter where “here” was or when “now” happened to be.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Evelyn Glass is a native of northern California who currently lives in New England with her wonderful husband and their two rambunctious Corgis.
Her favorite past times include hiking and reading near the fireplace.
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