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I don’t know Eve’s entire backstory, and I don’t want to pretend to.
“I’m sure she’s proud of you no matter what you do, Eve. There’s no need to be so hard on yourself. You’re doing your best, right?”
She nods, the warmth returning to her eyes. “I am. I just feel like I can always do better.”
“That’s the life of a perfectionist for you.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
I smile softly at her. “I know I’m right,” I tease, attempting to keep the mood light.
For the remainder of dinner, I do my best not to talk about anything except work and dance. I can’t bear to see Eve so upset. We’re out at a restaurant to have fun, not engage in deep and heavy conversation.
Nothing kills the chances of sex faster.
At the end of our meal, Eve flags down our waiter.
“Can I please get a box to go?”
The waiter nods and scurries off, returning a few short minutes later with a cardboard to-go container.
“Will that be everything today?” he asks, rushing over his words. I get the sense that he’s in a hurry to be somewhere, likely to drop off food to another table.
I look to Eve, who’s now diligently packing away the remainder of her salad.
“Saving that for lunch tomorrow?” I ask her.
Eve gives me a sheepish smile. “I’m actually hoping to give this to A-Ma. She doesn’t eat out much, so I thought it would be a nice treat.”
I turn to our waiter. “Get me two more of those, a chocolate sundae to go, and the bill.”
“Right away, sir.”
Eve shoots me a quizzical look. “What are those for?”
“One salad’s for you, the other’s for your mother.”
“And the chocolate sundae?”
I throw her wink. “Thought we could share that at my apartment.”
Eve flushes bright red, looking absolutely taken with my suggestion. “How am I ever going to pay you back for your generosity?”
I chuckle lowly. “I’m sure we can come up with an idea or two.”
Chapter Fourteen
Eve
We don’t get to dessert.
I’m fairly certain that I’m the dessert.
The entire ride over to Nate’s apartment was filled with heated glances that left the air around us buzzing with electricity. The second he parks the car, I’m all over him, straddling his lap between my thighs while he’s still strapped into the driver’s seat.
I’m fairly certain we freak out one of the other building tenants as they get out of their own vehicle, but I don’t care.
I don’t care at all.
The need to have his lips on mine is too strong. I want to run my fingers through his hair, and I yearn for his hands on my body, his hard cock pleasing me like I’ve never been pleased before.
I roll my hips against him, relishing the way he groans into my mouth.
“I’ve never done this before,” I gasp against him.
“What? Make out in a car?” Nate reaches around and cups my ass in his hands, giving each cheek a firm squeeze.
I nod shakily, both exhilarated and alarmed at how easy it is to lose control.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” His words are downright sinful, ringing in my ear.
“I want…I want—” I suck a sharp breath in as Nate hooks his hands around my neck and draws me in to suck on my bottom lip.
“Use your words.”
The command sends a shiver down my spine and goosebumps in its wake.
“I don’t know,” I whimper lamely. “I don’t know. I just want you.”
“How?”
“On top of me. Under me. Behind me. Everything.”
“It’s a good thing we have all night.” He mouths at my neck and sucks hard, coming away to leave the skin tender and bruising. “Let’s take this inside, hmm? Unless you’re into baring it all. I’m not about to complain.”
I manage a short, huff-like laugh. “No. No, inside is good.”
By some miracle, I manage to get ahold of myself long enough to stumble through Nate’s apartment door. There isn’t even enough time for the door to fully shut before I’m on him, wrapping my arms around his neck to press myself against his hard body.
He lifts me up like nobody’s business, navigating around living room furniture to get to the bedroom. Our kisses are frantic, like we’re both running out of air and the solution to all our problems can be found down each other’s throats.
I lose all my clothes somewhere between the bedroom door and the bed itself. Nate lays me down on the mattress and looms over me, dragging his fingers over every curve and surface of my body. There’s a hunger in his eyes, something dangerous and entirely hypnotic. He marks my skin with every kiss, almost like he’s labeling me as his own.
It gets to the point where I can no longer stand his teasing.
I scramble to get up onto my knees, kneeling against the cool duvet covers to crash my lips to his. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, impatiently tugging and untangling to set him free. Nate doesn’t stop me. If anything, he seems to enjoy watching me struggle.
