Page 83 of Billion Dollar Revenge

“Thanks.”

“Better?” He quirks an eyebrow, but it’s the grin on his face that tells me he’s teasing me. And I want to tease him back.

“You know what will be better?” I breathe.

His head tilts to the side. “What's that?”

I move my lips to his ear and whisper, “If you could make me come now.” Pulling my head back, I bite back a grin.

His eyes widen, and he grips my chin, laying a bruising kiss to my lips before he pants on my lips, “Fuck, Shell. As much as I want to, I fucking can’t.”

“I know. I’m teasing.”

He shakes his head and grunts. “Naughty girl. I’m going to make you pay for that tonight.”

There’s no playfulness in his tone; he’s serious and that makes me giddy for what’s to come later.

I turn and grab the door handle, pushing the door open and welcoming the fresh air that hits my lungs. In that space, all I could inhale was his spicy scent, and I was drowning.

We move to the kitchen area and see Gram sitting at the table, nursing a cup of tea.

“Sit, and I’ll make you a tea,” Evan says as his hand grazes my lower back. My gaze drops to his lips. He licks them, knowing I’m transfixed, before he removes his hand and strides away. Taking a breath, I turn to sit down. My heart drops when I see Gram watching us.

I hope she didn’t hear or witness anything inappropriate.

I slowly slide into the seat. She sips her drink and then lowers it, her silence killing me.

She leans forward. “He’s falling for you.”

I don’t hesitate to answer her. “I’m falling for him too.”

The corners of her lips lift. “I can see that.”

My eyes drift where he left, expecting him to walk in any moment.

“Just be patient with him.”

I’m about to ask what she means when he walks back in, holding two cups. He lowers one in front of me. “There you go.”

“Thanks.”

He takes the seat next to me.

“What were you two talking about?”

“Just how you two are in love.”

“Jes?”

He stops himself before he swears. Nova warned me that Gram is strict.

“What happened to your finger out there?” she asks, changing the subject.

I smile. “I had a fight with a rose thorn.”

Gram laughs. “You're funny.”

I take that as a compliment because I don’t see myself as a funny person.

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