Page 80 of When Alec Met Evie
Sliding my hands over her hips, I hoist her up and put her on the counter, all without breaking the kiss.
“That’s better,” she says, smiling against my lips. “Actually, wait.” She slips her hands inside the coat I’m still wearing and slides them up to my shoulders where she pushes the coat off, letting it fall to the floor behind me. “Nowthat’s better.”
She kisses me again, tilting her head, her lips parting in an invitation I happily accept.
My hands slide around her, dipping under the hem of her sweater until they’re flat against her skin, warm and soft as silk. Her back arches and she leans into me, pressing close as she deepens the kiss, her tongue brushing against mine. The fact that she’s controlling this, guiding me to what she wants is as sexy as it is intoxicating. Right now, in this moment, I’d do anything for her. Anything she wants.
That’s the kind of power she has over me.
I keep my palms pressed against Evie’s back as our kisses ease into something a little slower, almost lazy. She moves her hand over my body, like she’s cataloging every inch of my torso. Over my chest and shoulders, down to my biceps, my forearms. Then she lifts them to my face, brushing her thumbs over the stubble I’ll probably shave in the morning. Unless she tells me she likes it. Then I’ll keep it just this length forever.
Her hands move to my neck, then up to my scalp where her nails rake through my hair, earning a groan of pleasure that makes her chuckle. I break the kiss and drop my head to her shoulder. “That feels really good.”
“You have good hair,” she whispers.
“I found a gray one earlier tonight,” I say, and she chuckles.
“Old man,” she whispers.
“Nerd,” I whisper back.
She wraps her arms around me, her knees still bracketing my waist, and I relax into the best hug I’ve gotten in years.
“Why did we wait so long to do this?” she asks.
I lean back and make eye contact. “I mean, technically, it would have been against the law until just a few years ago. So I think we timed things pretty well.”
She chuckles and swats at my chest. “I meant, why did we wait until my house is done? Now it’s time for me to move out, and it won’t be nearly so easy to see each other.”
“Your house is done?” This is information I haven’t heard yet, and a twinge of disappointment pushes through me. “You didn’t tell me.”
“I just found out,” she says. “My landlord emailed tonight. The new carpet went in yesterday, and the painters touched everything up today. So I can move in as early as tomorrow, assuming you and a few teammates can help me? As much as I love being here, it’ll make my life so much easier to be closer to Ruth.”
I hate the thought of Evie leaving. But it’s probably better if she does.If slow is going to happen, living with Evie will not make that easier.
“We can definitely help,” I say. “We have a home game, but it’s early, so we’ll be done by late afternoon. You don’t have much stuff, so I don’t think it’ll take long.”
Before Evie can answer, the baby monitor buzzes to life with Juno’s cries.
Evie breathes out a sigh, her head falling against my chest. “This will probably happen a lot.”
I cradle her cheeks and lean forward, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “If it’s not Juno interrupting us, it’ll be my kids calling me down to the police station.”
She grins. “They are kinda like your kids, huh? You’re already getting dad skills.”
I help her off the counter, keeping my hands on her hips, not quite ready to let her go.
“Alec, you’re going to spend so much time waiting for me to feed the baby or change the baby or get the baby to sleep.”
I shrug. “Some things are worth waiting for.”
She kisses me again, her hands still clutching my shirt. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
“I have to leave for the Summit pretty early, but I’d love to see you before I go.”
“I’ll be up,” she says. “Juno always is.” She finally lets me go and picks up the monitor, turning down the volume as she moves into the family room and toward the stairs. She pauses at the bottom and turns back. “Good night, Alec.”
“Good night,” I say, then I watch as she disappears up the steps.
