Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Eva
“And then what happened,” Gwen asks, wide-eyed, as she sits on the edge of the couch.
“He drove me home and walked me to the door,” I shrug, trying to give away the least amount of information I can.
“And …” she pries.
“And what?” I say, dodging the obvious.
She eyes me expectantly, but I don’t cave. I just let my smile widen, knowing all the toe-curling details and not giving up any of them.
“Come on!” she yells, chucking a pillow at me from across the couch.
Laughing, I throw it back at her while I take the time to choose my words wisely. “Let’s just say that it took every ounce of my willpower not to pull that man in here and finish what we started.” I blush.
“That’s it! He didn’t even try to get to home base? Gee, what kind of guy is he?”
“A rare breed, I guess,” I answer. “I believe they used to call them gentlemen. He pushed a hard third base though!”
“I’d have more respect for him if he rounded all three bases and stole home!” she exclaims. “Maybe he’s gay!”
I laugh as I stand from the couch and make my way down the hallway to bed. “I can assure you that he most definitely is not.”
“I’m not sure of anything yet until you come home barely able to walk. The verdict is still out on the boatman,” she yells after me.
Shaking my head, I slip out of my clothes and into a nightgown.
Normally never forgoing a shower, I decide to wait a few more hours since my skin still smells like him.
Crawling into bed, still buzzing from Noah and the bourbon, I let my mind remember all the events of the evening.
His touch lingers on my skin. We lay in the bed of his truck for hours, exploring each other with such a carnal need, the memory of it is intoxicating.
I’m as surprised as Gwen is that he did not try and take advantage of the situation.
But, being respected that way makes me want him even more.
Knowing that he didn’t push for his needs but respected mine instead makes me want to give into the feelings I have for him.
He pushed as far as I did, and never asked to take it any further.
I know full well the need he had as he pushed me up against the door at the end of the night, He was barely able to pull himself away from me as we tried our best to satisfy an appetite I’m almost certain will never be sated.
Watching him leave was torture. I stood there for a few moments, regaining my composure from the mind-blowing evening before walking inside. Never has a man been able to make me feel the way Noah does.
When I stand next to him, I instantly grow tingly and numb. The chemistry swirls so strong I can barely think. The draw to touch him can barely be stopped. But once I do, I am at peace. I feel connected, like I am home. It’s something I have never felt before.
I just only hope I am not in over my head. As much as this man makes me feel the way you read about in books, I really shouldn’t let myself get distracted.