Chapter Eighteen
Dalisay and Evan collapse onto his bed, glowing and smiling as they kiss again, Dalisay breathing hard as pleasure ebbs its way through her. Her body feels electric, relaxed and alive all at once.
“I …,” Dalisay says, hand on his cheek. She thinks about saying something else, but she settles on: “I love this.”
Evan smiles. “Me too.”
He kisses her again, his soft lips catching hers, and she sighs into his touch. His body is warm, his skin shining with sweat. The flush is deep in his cheeks, and Dalisay’s heart thumps solidly in her chest. They’ve been having sex all evening, ever since they got off work. They could barely keep their hands off each other during the editorial meeting. Her trip through Asia is coming up, and they’re already planning the stories she’ll write. Everything is perfect.
When he kisses her, she rolls on top of him, leaning against the solidness of his chest and breathing in his spicy scent. She can’t think of anything that could be better than this moment.
“Come with me,” she says.
“Where?”
“On the tour.”
Evan’s eyes get round. “For real? Would Naomi even let me?”
“I bet we could talk her into it, especially since you’re a senior editor and all too.”
Evan laughs breathily and she kisses him, trying to capture it. “We could do this all over …” She kisses him again, dragging her hand along his torso, feeling his muscles constrict under her touch. “Hoi An …” Another kiss. “Kyoto …”
“On the side of a mountain.”
“A must.”
Why can’t life always be as great as having sex with a man like Evan Saatchi? Effortless, incredible, and downright hot.
“Okay,” he says, smiling. “Only because you asked so nicely.” She kisses him again and again and again, before she throws herself off of him and sprawls in the sheets.
She buries her face in his pillow and moans happily. “I don’t want to go home. I’m too cozy,” she says. “Don’t try to make me move.”
Evan drags his lips across her bare shoulders, and she feels him press down on her, wrapping his arm around her. “Would you rather I kick you out? Who do you think I am?”
“But I have to go,” she groans.
“I can think of a few ways to get you to stay.” He nibbles her ear.
Dalisay lets out a snort and shimmies, loosening Evan’s grip on her, but he laughs and buries his nose into the crook of her neck. She loves the way he holds her.
Sleeping with him still has the same rush she felt the first time. It’s like she’s a teenager again, sneaking off to see Luke, only this is a million times better.
As he traces a finger across her bare back with the lightest touch, his hot breath on her skin, Dalisay lulls into a daze. If she’s not careful, she really could fall asleep in his bed. She told her mom she was staying late at work to finish a new article. What would her family say if she stumbled back home in the morning wearing yesterday’s clothes?
Pinky’s aunt Tala’s words still echo in her mind.
Better to face the music than lie and sneak around.
Is that what she’s doing? Lying and sneaking? She’s violating her family’s number one rule about waiting until marriage. Her parents always emphasized the importance of chastity in the eyes of God, practically drilled it into Dalisay’s head. And yet, she’s not hurting anyone by being with Evan. God forbid she have a little pleasure now and again.
At least things are better between her and Nicole. That’s one small victory she can rest easy about. But Nicole’s not the only one keeping things close to her heart.