be yourself.” Having already removed her bra, he cupped her breast. “I like what I’m getting so far.”
She closed her eyes and gasped softly as he lowered his head. “Then I’ll...I’ll relax and enjoy this.”
He slid his hand down the flat plane of her stomach, searching for even more sensitive territory. “That’s all you have to do,” he said.
8
E ve wasn’t sure why, but as their lovemaking progressed, she became determined to make Brent forget that other woman. She didn’t want to be a fill-in for some old flame. She wanted him to remember
her
long after this night was over. But that meant throwing all reservations and self-consciousness aside, which wasn’t something she considered herself particularly adept at. She figured most good girls had a problem with letting loose. She could only do it this time because he didn’t really know her, and this was a one-night deal. Whether it went well or it didn’t, they would never be together again. He’d move out of the B and B and go wherever he planned to go, and that would be the end of what had started at the bar.
She suspected it was their utter abandon that made the sex so spectacular. She wasn’t drunk, but she wasn’t feeling quite sober. She got the impression that what Brent felt wasn’t a common occurrence for him, either. The more excited she got, the more excited he got, and when they finally reached that pinnacle of pleasure, it was by far the best intimate experience she’d ever had.
“I guess you’re good at more than kissing,” she said as he fell back onto the pillows and tried to catch his breath.
“That was amazing,” he agreed.
He wasn’t the type to lavish undue praise, so she assumed she could take him at his word and smiled as he curled around her.
He dozed off immediately, but she couldn’t sleep. All she could think about was that she could be pregnant with this man’s child.
* * *
Eve had expected Brent to be gone by morning. He’d certainly been in a hurry to get out of her bed yesterday. But last night he’d seemed to need something beyond sex. Or else he couldn’t get enough of it, because at various points during the night when they’d both awakened, they’d made love again—and again. Now, according to her digital alarm, which was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, it was after ten and someone was banging on the door.
“Eve? Are you okay? There’s a white SUV we don’t recognize at the end of the drive. Do you know who it belongs to?”
Her father! Panic shot through her as she bolted upright. But it was still dark. Why would her clock say ten?
Then she realized. Brent had pulled down the blinds last night—something she rarely bothered to do. She didn’t live close to anyone except her parents, and her bedroom window faced nothing but several acres of raw land.
“Damn it,” she muttered as another knock sounded.
“What is it?” Brent didn’t open his eyes. He brought his hand up to her breast and urged her to lie down again.
“Eve?” her mother called.
“Who’s that?” he mumbled, but he didn’t act particularly concerned.
She removed his arm so she could get up. “It’s Adele and Charlie!”
“Who?”
“My parents!”
He raised his head, instantly alert. “Were you expecting them?”
“No, but they...they live in the house in front of mine. They come by whenever.”
“And you didn’t mention that?”
“Why would I?” she said. “I never dreamed you’d stay over!”
“I stayed over yesterday, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but you woke up at the crack of dawn! That’s a couple of hours before they usually roll out of bed. Besides, I didn’t have to worry about them yesterday. They were gone, traveling in that RV you probably noticed when you parked.”
“I wondered where that came from. Figured it belonged to your neighbors. It never occurred to me that those neighbors were your parents.” He pushed himself into a sitting position and shoved a
She closed her eyes and gasped softly as he lowered his head. “Then I’ll...I’ll relax and enjoy this.”
He slid his hand down the flat plane of her stomach, searching for even more sensitive territory. “That’s all you have to do,” he said.
8
E ve wasn’t sure why, but as their lovemaking progressed, she became determined to make Brent forget that other woman. She didn’t want to be a fill-in for some old flame. She wanted him to remember
her
long after this night was over. But that meant throwing all reservations and self-consciousness aside, which wasn’t something she considered herself particularly adept at. She figured most good girls had a problem with letting loose. She could only do it this time because he didn’t really know her, and this was a one-night deal. Whether it went well or it didn’t, they would never be together again. He’d move out of the B and B and go wherever he planned to go, and that would be the end of what had started at the bar.
She suspected it was their utter abandon that made the sex so spectacular. She wasn’t drunk, but she wasn’t feeling quite sober. She got the impression that what Brent felt wasn’t a common occurrence for him, either. The more excited she got, the more excited he got, and when they finally reached that pinnacle of pleasure, it was by far the best intimate experience she’d ever had.
“I guess you’re good at more than kissing,” she said as he fell back onto the pillows and tried to catch his breath.
“That was amazing,” he agreed.
He wasn’t the type to lavish undue praise, so she assumed she could take him at his word and smiled as he curled around her.
He dozed off immediately, but she couldn’t sleep. All she could think about was that she could be pregnant with this man’s child.
* * *
Eve had expected Brent to be gone by morning. He’d certainly been in a hurry to get out of her bed yesterday. But last night he’d seemed to need something beyond sex. Or else he couldn’t get enough of it, because at various points during the night when they’d both awakened, they’d made love again—and again. Now, according to her digital alarm, which was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, it was after ten and someone was banging on the door.
“Eve? Are you okay? There’s a white SUV we don’t recognize at the end of the drive. Do you know who it belongs to?”
Her father! Panic shot through her as she bolted upright. But it was still dark. Why would her clock say ten?
Then she realized. Brent had pulled down the blinds last night—something she rarely bothered to do. She didn’t live close to anyone except her parents, and her bedroom window faced nothing but several acres of raw land.
“Damn it,” she muttered as another knock sounded.
“What is it?” Brent didn’t open his eyes. He brought his hand up to her breast and urged her to lie down again.
“Eve?” her mother called.
“Who’s that?” he mumbled, but he didn’t act particularly concerned.
She removed his arm so she could get up. “It’s Adele and Charlie!”
“Who?”
“My parents!”
He raised his head, instantly alert. “Were you expecting them?”
“No, but they...they live in the house in front of mine. They come by whenever.”
“And you didn’t mention that?”
“Why would I?” she said. “I never dreamed you’d stay over!”
“I stayed over yesterday, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but you woke up at the crack of dawn! That’s a couple of hours before they usually roll out of bed. Besides, I didn’t have to worry about them yesterday. They were gone, traveling in that RV you probably noticed when you parked.”
“I wondered where that came from. Figured it belonged to your neighbors. It never occurred to me that those neighbors were your parents.” He pushed himself into a sitting position and shoved a
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