Page 47 of Falling Inn Love
We douse the fire then gather up the sleeping pups and carry them into their kennel for the night. I get ready for bed in the bathroom while Evan does his nightly rounds.
I’m not sure where I should sleep so I lay on the bed in the guest room and read until he returns. I can’t focus and basically just read the same page over and over. Finally, I hear him come in and his footsteps in the hall.
“This is where you want to sleep?” he asks as he leans against the frame of the door.
“I wasn’t sure,” I say.
I want to be with him. I want to curl up with him and sleep next to him, warm and cozy in his embrace. My brain is saying stay in this room, but my body and heart want to go with him to his room and never leave. All rational thought is pretty much gone at this point.
“You can sleep wherever you want to sleep,” he says casually as he peels off his shirt slowly and stares at me. He has abs for days. Like too many to casually count. He leans against the doorway and stares at me seductively, his jeans hanging low and giving a nice view of the V muscle just above his groin. Then he casually turns and walks down the hall to his bedroom.This guy.
“Damn it,” I swear as I hear him turn the shower on.
I turn the lamp off and pad down to his room. I slide under the covers on the side of the bed I slept in last night. To say I’m nervous is an understatement. Part of me wants to go back to the guest room. Staying in here means everything will change forever. It won’t be me and John. Now it will really be me and Evan. That part of me will be gone forever, and that makes a part of me sad.
But I need Evan. He makes me feel more whole, something I haven’t felt in six years. I want to really live my life. Just having him near me is so comforting.
When the shower stops, my heart pounds as he comes into the room. Water droplets bead across his bare chest and broad shoulders. All he wears is a revealing pair of boxer briefs and a towel around his neck. I have to force myself not to audibly gulp at the sight of him.
“That’s better,” he says as he balls up his towel and throws it in the hamper then slides under the covers next to me.
“What are you thinking about, Beth?” He opens his arms to welcome me into his embrace.
“It’s been a while,” I say quietly. “And I’m nervous.”
“It’s been a while for me, too. But I think we’re good together.” His large hands hold my face and he kisses me gently.
“This is going to change us,” I whisper.
“I sure hope so. I like you, Beth. A lot.”
I love him.I love how gentle yet protective he is with his family and guests. I love how he makes everyone feel safe and happy here.I want to tell him that, but I can’t. I lamely said sixty days and maybe, and I can’t tell him I love him or that I want to stay until I am absolutely certain that I do.
Moonlight streams in over the bed as he kisses me slowly. He lifts my t-shirt over my head and slides my sleep shorts down with his other hand while kissing me deeply. My arms wrap around him. I’m hungry for him. I want more, and I let him know by pressing myself against him.
He leans me back and kisses my neck all the way down my chest, pausing to caress and kiss me down my stomach as his hands move over my lower abdomen. I pray he doesn’t see or feel my stretch marks. The evidence of who I was before. Mother to a precious baby who didn’t make it. I don’t mind my stretch marks; they remind me that she was real and she was here. I was her mom. I always will be.
It’s my fault she didn’t make it.
But he doesn’t notice. Or if he does, he doesn’t say anything. I know I’ll have to tell him about her eventually, but not tonight. Tonight is ours. Tonight, my focus is Evan.
I kiss him back hungrily, and his pace meets mine. He moves between my legs and he finds me already wet.
“Beth,” he says hoarsely.
“I need you,” I say urgently.
“I need you, too,” he says as he reaches toward his nightstand for a condom and grabs it with one hand as he pulls down his briefs.
I reach down and grab him, so turned on. Even more turned on now. He feels so good. I need him inside of me.
He pulls me across the bed, I feel weightless in his arms as he reaches down to kiss me deeply.
He gently slides into me ever so slowly and I grip his back as my legs wrap around him and pull him deeper. He kisses me deeply, and he feels so good.
“You feel so good, Beth,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.
“So do you,” I moan as my body moves with his.
