The right answer to that was no. And it was truthful. Well, truthfulish, anyway. He hadn’t been thinking about sex when he’d brought Eve here, but he was thinking about it now.
“On a scale of one to ten, just how bad of an idea would it be?” she added. But Eve didn’t wait for him to answer. She came charging toward him, hooking her arm around him and pulling him to her.
“Screw it,” she grumbled. “Let’s go for making it the worst idea we’ve ever had.”
*
EVE KNEW THIS was wrong, but that was probably only adding an extra layer of heat to it. Forbidden fruit combined with bad timing and privacy was a recipe for unplanned sex. Of course, when it came to Lawson, breathing was its own recipe for what was happening.
And what was happening was full-blown foreplay. Right out of the gate.
There was kissing, groping and a level of urgency that made all of this seem as if sex was the cure for all their problems. Maybe the cure for world peace, too. Eve was pretty sure it would give her some peace, anyway. Well, it would after Lawson took care of this pressure-cooker need that was flash-firing inside her.
Thankfully, he had the cure for that.
Eve went after his clothes, aiming for the buttons on his shirt and the zipper of his jeans. She sucked at both, a reminder that as teenagers they’d often had sex while nearly fully clothed. That’s what happened when lovemaking venues were truck seats and semipublic places. Panty removal, his zipper down, freeing him from his boxers, and a condom.
Easy peasy.
But now that escalating need gave her the fine motor skills of a toddler.
She gave up on the shirt though she did pop some of the buttons. Lawson, however, proved to her that he still had nimble fingers and an ample undressing skill set. He yanked off her top and tossed it somewhere before he scooped her up and went in the opposite direction of her shirt.
Wherever he was taking her, he kissed her along the way, which made the trip very pleasant indeed. He hadn’t lost a step with that magic mouth because he managed to kiss her neck and the tops of her breasts before he maneuvered his way down a hall and to a bedroom. And he kept kissing when he laid her on the bed. At least he did until he pulled back.
Eve reached for him, hoping he hadn’t changed his mind about this, but he was merely shimmying off her shoes and jeans. Panties, too. Leaving her stark naked except for her bra. But Lawson rid her of that as well, and while she very much wanted to be naked to hurry this along, she also wanted to be able to ogle him the way he was ogling her.
Oh, mercy. He was ogling her.
“I have stretch marks,” she said, wishing that she’d done some extra time on the elliptical. And cut out that last carton of Ooey Gooey.
“I like stretch marks,” he drawled, and he kissed a couple of them as if to prove that.
Eve had no idea if he was lying, but when he kept going, kissing her lower and lower, she didn’t care about such trivial things as truth. When he gave her a kiss right between her legs, Eve no longer cared about ogling or oxygen. Yes, breathing was definitely overrated compared to this.
She let him continue with those special kisses until she was so close to an orgasm that she could feel it rippling through her. That’s when she latched on to Lawson’s hair and pulled him back up so they were aligned in just the right way for more than just special kisses. She also got serious about getting him out of his shirt, jeans and boxers, but she might have failed again if Lawson hadn’t helped her with all three.
He fumbled around in the nightstand drawer and came up with a condom. Eve didn’t even try to help with that because she was too busy getting in some of that ogling. It had definitely been worth the wait and the effort that it took to get him out of his clothes. This was no longer a boy’s body but rather a man’s. Lawson had filled out nicely.
In all areas.
She reaped the benefits when he finally got the condom on and pushed inside her. It was possible that fairies had strewn gold glitter behind her eyes and in her head. Possible, too, that she’d reached some level of pleasure that no woman had ever reached before.
Part of her didn’t want to move for fear of scaring off the fairies and bringing on a too-quick climax, but Eve’s body didn’t give her a choice about that. She moved, lifting her hips to benefit from every one of those “filled out” thrusts. She hooked her legs around his waist and moved right into the rhythm with him.
The years just melted away. So did her troubles. So did the memory of her stretch marks. The only thing she could feel, see and taste was the amazing man who sent her and the fairy glitter soaring and flying. Lawson did his own soaring, too, and she felt the climax rack through him.
Well, it racked for a couple of seconds, anyway.
“Shit,” he grumbled.
That wasn’t the response Eve had been expecting. Lawson wasn’t a talker when it came to climaxes. She’d never even gotten an Oh, God from him, much less a word like that.
Nor had she gotten the words that followed next.
“Shit,” he repeated. “The condom broke.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
LAWSON WAS CONSIDERING two options. Finding a big rock so he could hit himself in the head. Or letting Prissy Pants peck out his eyes. Even though that might not be enough punishment for what he was feeling.
In all the years he’d been having sex, he’d never had a condom break. Maybe there was no good occasion for something like that to happen, but this sure as hell felt like crap timing. Aiden wasn’t even four months old yet, and Eve was up to her eyeballs with Tessie. She didn’t need a worry like this. Neither of them did.
Eve had assured him it was the wrong time of the month for her to get pregnant, but there’d been something in her eyes.
Fear.
Yeah, that was it.
Fear that there was no wrong time of the month when it came to her getting knocked up. After all, the condom hadn’t broken all those years ago when he’d gotten her pregnant with Tessie, so they were perhaps the most fertile couple in Wrangler’s Creek.
Still, despite their history, Eve had dismissed it, managed some goodbye kisses and a smile before she’d gotten dressed and walked home. Lawson had volunteered to drive her, but she’d insisted on walking. Probably so she could look for a big rock along the way to hit herself on the head.
Cursing himself and the condom company, Lawson showered, threw on his clothes and headed back to work. He’d frittered away a good chunk of the day thinking about Tessie and Eve. And thinking about having sex with Eve. Of course, a portion of that frittering had included actual sex.
Damn good sex.
In fact, he could have put it at the top of his best sex ever if it hadn’t been for the condom malfunction.