Close to You

knew Treat would
insist on taking her, which meant they needed to get up to shower
in half an hour.
    But for now… She snuggled into him as
he spooned her. He reflexively tightened his grip around her waist
and pressed his hips into her.
    He was hard. Again.
    Amazing.
    He shifted a little, and his hand
moved up to cradle her right breast. Eve sighed again as his
fingers did delicious things to her nipple. “Are you awake?” she
whispered.
    Her answer was even breathing and his
heavy weight settling more heavily against her.
    Easing out of his embrace slowly so as
not to wake him up, she burrowed under the covers until her mouth
was level with his groin.
    She reached out and ran a finger from
the tip down to the root. The covers rustled as Treat shifted in
his sleep, pushing into her hand.
    Moving closer, she traced a path all
the way down with her tongue, lingering with a few licks at the
tip.
    He groaned, unconsciously thrusting up
against her lips. She opened her mouth, took him in, and
suckled.
    He groaned louder and his hands came
down to grip her head, moving it up and down on his length as he
plunged into her mouth.
    Eve flushed with exhilaration. The
giving was as exciting as receiving. She was getting as turned on
by this as she did when he touched her.
    “ Eve,” Treat gasped. He
pushed the covers down before she felt his fingers spear through
her hair again.
    She looked up. He stared down at her
with heavy-lidded eyes. His jaw was clenched and his hair fell
wildly around his face.
    She could tell by the way his hips
bucked off the bed that he was close. Before she could do anything
more, he dragged her up his body and kissed her hard.
    “ Good morning,” she said
when he let her up for breath.
    “ Morning, baby.” He rolled
them over so he was on top. Holding her hands out to the side, he
bent to take her nipple into his mouth.
    She gasped and arched up.
    He rubbed his nose against the inside
slope of her breast and then bit her stomach, working his way down.
He worked her into a frenzy before he slid all the way into her,
hard and hot, over and over until they both screamed in
release.
    “ From now on, you’re my
wake up call,” he mumbled into her neck afterward.
    She tightened her arms around him.
“It’s a deal.”
     
     
     

Chapter Twenty-four
     
    As Margaret smiled at one of her
customers, the business phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID.
Recognizing the number, she let it go to voicemail. Treat had been
trying to reach her incessantly for the past couple days, but she
couldn’t bring herself to face him.
    He knew .
    That was ridiculous. She lifted her
hand to her necklace, touching the smooth, cool pearls. The only
thing he knew was that she had animosity for the girl. To act out
like that was completely against the way she’d normally
act.
    She hadn’t been acting like
herself.
    She put a hand to her forehand. She
felt feverish on the inside, but there was no evidence of it on the
surface. If she looked in the mirror, her face would look as blank
as always. Her cheeks would be pale, and her eyes would look
dead.
    On the inside she was
seething.
    She felt wild. Reckless.
    So reckless she was tempted to call
Grant again. She could ask him to go for a walk with her, or maybe
she’d let him take her out to lunch.
    But she couldn’t, for so many
reasons.
    “ Margaret.”
    She glanced over her shoulder. Tanya,
the server she employed, hovered nearby, a worried expression
pinching her face. “What’s wrong?”
    “ Oh. Nothing.” Tanya shook
her head. “At least with Crumpet. I was wondering about you though.
Are you okay?”
    She had the urge to laugh
hysterically. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
    “ You looked strange and you
haven’t been acting like yourself. I mean, you don’t look strange.
You look lovely like always.” She exhaled a frustrated breath, her
fingers playing with her lace apron. “You just seem upset somehow.
I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
    “ I’m fine,” she lied, oddly
touched. She even tried to smile.
    The frown deepened on Tanya’s face,
and she stepped back, worrying the apron even more. “Well, I need
to check on table eight’s tea. Um, if you want to talk or anything,
let me know.”
    “ Thank you,” she murmured,
watching the girl go back to work. She didn’t need
anything.
    Except maybe a glass of wine. Or
someone to hold her hand.
    Grant’s face popped into her head. She
pictured the dimples when he smiled and the