Page 11 of Engaging Evelyn (Blissful Bets)

“What do you mean?” he asked, puzzled.

“Exactly what I asked. There’s no way for you to know what you just said, if you’re human.”

He laughed. “All right, all right, I’m sorry. It was a bad joke. I only knew the no-panties thing because when you almost fell, I didn’t feel any. As for the cherry blossom soap, well, let’s just say it was a lucky guess. The ovulation part, truthfully, I made that up. Don’t be mad. It was just to take away some of your confidence.”

Evelyn heard the words, but wasn’t sure if she could believe him. But what else could she believe, that some…thing was in her car? Not likely.

“That’s some really good guessing you did. I’m still not sure what to think. It’s a little creepy,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. Even though her brain accepted his response, something deep inside of her couldn’t dismiss his words.

“Let’s just forget about the joke. It was bad timing, I guess.”

The hand that had never left her thigh progressed its way under her dress. Thing or not, at that moment she didn’t care. He could have been the boogieman and she would have ignored the fact. All Evelyn knew was that he was moving closer to her, hovering over the center console, and brushing his finger against her clit. His fingers were cool against the warmth of her pussy.

The need to rush home made her bring the car back onto the road. All she had to do was make it the next five miles. It beat fucking him in her passenger seat, although it was tempting.

His finger slid lower and traced her wet folds. Evelyn moaned, shifting. Hunger consumed her. The coolness of his fingers was so different from the warmth she had originally felt from him.

Brandon’s lips eased down over her rapidly beating pulse on her throat. The hot wetness of his tongue had her fingers going numb from gripping the steering wheel with all of her strength.

The lights of the resort were coming into view. It wouldn’t be long now. Could she make it without pulling the car over first? It was tough to say. The teasing of his fingertip rubbing along the edge of her opening was probably going to be her undoing.

“You don’t seem so tough now. Do you usually like to be in control, Evelyn?”

She opened her mouth to say yes, but it came out as a scream when he plunged his finger deep inside of her. Evelyn’s hips bucked forward to meet his quick thrusts. The car was slowing down, due to her having taken her foot off the accelerator. She couldn’t think past the sensations that were rushing through her.

“I like to be in control too, Evelyn. How about we let me take control tonight? Do you think you could do that?”

Evelyn, submit? It made her pause. She wasn’t sure she liked that. But if she said no, would he stop pleasuring her? The last thing she wanted was to be told what to do, but she wasn’t stupid enough to stop those magical fingers.

“Yes,” she said huskily.

The finger slid out just as they were pulling into the dimly lit parking lot. Emptiness settled over her, leaving her feeling incomplete.

The engine died with the turn of the key, and Brandon was already opening her door. The cool wind traced the length of her legs, but she didn’t feel anything due to the shock of how fast Brandon had made it all the way around to her.

He held out his hand, and she took it in awe. The light in the parking lot cast a glow over his face that made him look almost angelic. Evelyn’s whole body was enflamed with a heat so intense that she felt like she had a fever. Her legs were shaking horribly as she stood.

“Your room or mine,” Brandon asked, wrapping his arm around her waist. The heat that had warmed her before was gone. The only warmth she had was coming from her pussy at how his large arm flexed around her. Where was his warmth?

The question he asked infiltrated her mind. It couldn’t be her apartment. That was her sanctuary, one that she didn’t want clouded with memories of any man. Memories were plentiful enough in her head—no need to bring them to life.

“Yours would probably be better.”

He practically carried her up the stairs, he was moving so fast. Evelyn kept her head angled toward his large chest, blocking her face from anyone who might be up late. She never had done anything like this where she resided. It was always motels farthest away from where she lived.

The smell of his cologne had her snuggling closer. She wanted to bury her face deep against his skin, to bottle his scent and take it with her wherever she went. Evelyn shook her head, trying to clear the obsessive thoughts. They hadn’t even done anything yet, and here she was, already starting to get involved.

Brandon’s door swung open. He hadn’t even bothered locking it. Of course, he was wearing the exact thing she had seen him in before she left. He hadn’t even changed out of his red shirt and a pair of jeans. It wasn’t exactly club wear, but the way the shirt hugged his body, it didn’t matter. He could have left with any girl there, in a heartbeat.

The softness of Brandon’s lips pressing against hers coaxed them open. He tasted like peppermint, too. Had he not drunk anything at the Martini Bar? He tasted so good, just like Paul had. Wanting to take in more of his flavor, she rubbed her tongue against his. The door clicked behind them.

Darkness was heavy against her closed lids. She opened them just in time for him to pull off her jacket, pick her up, and carry her toward the back of the apartment where the bedroom was.

Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest. The microfiber dress was a thin veil between them. With no bra on, she thought it was almost as good as being topless. Her nipples tightened painfully against him.

Brandon made his way through the thick darkness as if he could see where he was going. She couldn’t see inches in front of her face, yet he made his way around a corner and into what she assumed was the bedroom with ease.

Light washed over the room, blinding her long enough to miss seeing where she was being laid. Evelyn knew it was a bed, but she would have liked to have seen it. There was no time to glimpse anything besides the ceiling before his weight settled over her.

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