I pretended to stare at the TV as Evan sat next to me with his elbows on his knees and rubbed his neck.
“Could you at least look at me? Please, Daisy. You have to know I didn’t mean what I said. Sean just had me in such a rage I couldn’t think straight. First he made a crack about the picture you sent me—”
My head jerked in his direction. “He saw the picture?! Of all people . . .” I dropped my face to my hands. How much humiliation could I take in one day?
“Only a glimpse. I threw my phone into my drawer, but he knew he had me agitated so he kept going, talking about how you had a thing once.” The quivering in his voice told me he was still just as pissed off.
“A thing? He’s delusional. It was one night at a party—”
Evan put his hand up and shook his head. “I’m not interested in details. I want to rip his face off as it is. The less I know, the better.” I nodded and turned my attention back to the TV. Evan huffed, picked up the remote and shut it off.
“Shouldn’t you be checking with the guys on your payroll to see if I had ‘things’ with them too?” My tone was clipped and nasty. He wasn’t the only one still irritated from this morning.
Evan leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at me. “When it comes to you, I don’t think rationally. I fucking hate knowing anyone else touched you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Newsflash, I’m over thirty years old. Both of us aren’t innocent little kids. I’m not exactly proud of my shitty history with men, but . . .”
“I know, I know. But I should have been with you all that time. And it kills me to know that because I never had the balls to tell you, guys like Sean got the chance they never should’ve had. Well, that stops right now.” Evan rose from the couch and stood in front of me. I took a deep breath and stood to face him.
I shrugged. “You said it yourself; things happen in their own time. You can’t blame yourself for my bad judgement when I was kid.”
“I love you.” His eyes twinkled as one side of his mouth turned up in a smirk.
The air whooshed out of my lungs. I’d been waiting for him to say it for so long, but I was afraid this was his way of groveling.
“Evan, I get it. You were upset. I don’t even want to know what Sean said to make you—”
“I love you.” Evan took my face in his hands. “I’ll never make the mistake of holding back with you ever again. You’re mine. You’re everything. I. Love. You. So. Fucking. Much.” Evan’s hands drifted down my arms to my waist and pulled me closer. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My vision got cloudy as my eyes filled with tears. It wasn’t the first ‘I love you’ I’d heard from a man, but for the first time, it felt like the truth.
“I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of—”
Evan put his finger over my lips. “I would never, ever think that. I’m so sorry I hurt you today. I love you.” I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Evan moaned into my mouth as his fingers tangled in my hair. My hands didn’t know where to go first as they drifted down his back and lifted the hem of his shirt. Evan broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head.
Clutching the nape of my neck, he pulled me back and crashed his lips on mine. His tongue darted in and out in the same motion he used when he moved inside me. My knees wobbled as the tingles grew between my legs. Evan’s hands got just as busy, and yanked the shoulder of my T-shirt as his lips dipped down to trail open mouth kisses across my collarbone, then over the tops of my breasts. He ran his tongue up my neck and bit my earlobe.
“Everything off. Now.” Evan was a man possessed with primal need, and it was hot as hell. I lifted my shirt over my head and unfastened my bra as Evan stripped my pants and panties off in one move. After I kicked them off, he dropped to his knees and hooked one leg over his shoulder. He kissed me like before with his tongue making the same delicious strokes across my clit and dipping inside me. I whimpered and pulled his head closer. I leaned against the arm of my couch so I wouldn’t fall over.
“Evan . . . shit, right there . . . you’re going to make me co—” Evan shot up and backed me against the couch until I fell backwards. He unbuckled his pants and kicked them off when they fell down his legs. My mouth watered when he pulled off his boxer briefs and his rigid cock sprang free. I sat up and pulled him closer by his waist. I greedily sucked the tip of him and a growl escaped his throat.
“No, Daisy. I’m already hanging on by a thread. I want to feel you come when I’m inside you.” Evan climbed on top of me, dragged his tongue up my stomach and landed on my breast. My hips bucked off the couch as he sucked my nipple into his mouth and let it go with a loud pop. I grabbed his face and devoured his lips. I was dripping wet by the time he slid inside me. Thanks to the pill, we didn’t have to worry about stopping to roll on a condom anymore. Nothing compared to feeling all of Evan as he moved deeper inside. He rocked back and forth at an achingly slow pace at first, but then picked up speed as he moved deeper. My nails raked his back as he found every sweet spot. His light eyes held my gaze as he sucked on his finger and then reached between us to trace circles around my clit. I came with a scream and he pulsed inside me almost immediately. Evan collapsed on top of me and buried his head in my neck.
“I love you so much.” I wrapped my arms around him as he picked his head up to look at me.
“I wondered when you were going to say it back.” A slow smile spread across his face as he kissed my forehead and trailed his lips across my cheek and back to mine. I giggled and pulled him closer.
“Makeup sex is fucking hot. Remind me to pick a fight with you again soon.” I laughed but Evan caught my gaze with a sad smile.
“I’m so sorry about today, Daisy.” I put my finger on his lips and shook my head.
“It’s okay. Besides, seeing you get all caveman like that is a huge turn-on.” He shook his head and gave me a chaste peck as he sat up from the couch.
“I get a little crazy. You’re all mine, I waited long enough for you.”
I sat up to kiss his cheek and leaned my forehead against his. “Me too.”
I loved the Yankees but baseball became tedious after an inning or two. There was something about a hockey game, though. Not sure if it was the fast-paced movement or the rawness of it. The best parts were when a fight broke out and it looked as if the glass surrounding the rink might shatter. Actually being at a game rather than watching on TV made it even more awesome—exciting and not scary since I couldn’t afford the seats by the possibly shattering glass.
One of my clients was a Rangers season ticket holder and asked if I wanted to take the tickets for tonight’s game off his hands. I thought a night at Madison Square Garden would possibly bring Evan out of the funk he’d been in lately. I’d been fighting a nasty cold for the past week; I hoped a fun night out would boost both our spirits.
Telling his father about moving him into a home didn’t go over well. Even though the doctors agreed he needed the extra care and supervision, his father wouldn’t say one word to Evan on any of his usual visits. He still hadn’t taken me over to meet him, which was probably for the best as I wouldn’t want to call him an ungrateful, selfish bastard at our first meeting. How could he treat his son like this?
“This was almost me.” Evan tilted his cup of beer at the ice. My brow furrowed.
“What was you?”
“You didn’t know I played hockey in college? If I had any, you know, talent, I’d be scraping the ice along with Lundqvist down there.” He winked as he took a swig of beer. There was a hint of a smile on his face for the first time this week.
“It’s embarrassing to know you for as long as I have and not know this kind of stuff. You played hockey? Holy shit, that’s hot.” I pretended to shudder as I ran my hand down his chest, making him throw his head back and laugh.