The Trouble with Evie

Chapter 34

I backed into the wall. Leaning one arm above me, Anzide lowered.

"Do I not grant you privacy?" he whispered.

"Not really. It's kind of perverted how you insist on being in the same room as me."

"I don't look,"

His voice was soft, delicate words breathed out over my lips as he moved closer.

"I'm sure you disobey those physical rules and move your eyes to the back of your head."

Anzide smiled.

"Not possible, but an interesting thought."

For a moment, there was silence. I couldn't help but look at him. There wasn't much else to look at. Just the body that was well formed, tapering down to those narrow hips with the pants that slung low.

"What do you want, Evelyn?"

A lot. More than I should.

"Take what you desire."

His whispered words were pure temptation. As I reached out, I bit my lip, a bad habit that Brad would grumble about if he could see it.

The tips of my fingers traced over the cool flesh, dragging lower. It was tantalizing to touch the skin, watching it move over his body, sinking down to the pants.

Brad knocked on the door, making me jump with fright.

"Hey, Evie,"

"Yeah?"

Anzide moved away, much to my annoyance.

"I thought Anzide might need dry clothes. Does he need something, or can he dry his own clothes?"

"Dry clothes would be ideal."

I frowned, turning around because it sounded like Anzide was on the other side of the door. Anzide and the shirt were gone. I opened the door as Brad turned. Anzide was behind him. He had the shirt back on and looked sopping wet.

"I thought you were,"

Brad frowned heavily.

"Aren't you supposed to protect her all the time?"

"I am. Just getting fresh towels."

"Right,"

It sounded like Brad didn't believe him. Handing over the clothes to me, Brad wandered off without another word said.

Anzide crossed the gap, dumped the towels on the counter, and closed the door. Within seconds I was pressed to the wall. I was stunned at first, but then reality caught up to me, and I rolled with the moment.

The clothes were dumped on the counter. I don't know if they made it or fell to the floor. I was too wrapped up in the intense kiss. Our lips entwined as the seconds ticked over. His hands moved, slowly pulling my shirt out from the skirt.

Pulling me from the wall, Anzide moved his hands around my body, continuing to tug the material free. Our kiss stilled, eyes pinned to each other. One corner of Anzide's lips curled as his gaze lowered. He began to undo the buttons of my shirt.

The thumping inside of me was fast, excitement spurning on the erratic heart rate.

As Anzide pulled my shirt over my shoulders, he leaned down for another kiss. Chaste but perfect.

I had the auspicious duty of removing the shirt that was far too tight. Already like a second skin on him, the wet material clung to his body. Now it clung to the side of the bath.

Sitting in the only gap left on the side of the tub, Anzide pulled me closer. Standing between his legs, I looked down at him as he gently kissed my stomach. His hands slid up the back of my thighs, bunching the skirt as he moved. When he reached the waistband, Anzide gripped it and pulled it over my hips.

Wearing nothing but my underwear, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.

Anzide draped the skirt over the side, then stalked over to me.

"Running away so soon?"

"Maybe."

I grinned as my fingers slipped under the waistband, prying open the button of his pants. As I pulled the zipper over the curve, I pressed my lips tight, trying not to smile or giggle.

"Maybe not," Anzide whispered.

He pulled away the towel, tucking it over the rail. The bra and pants were dropped to the floor, soon followed by his shorts. Nerves hit me. I couldn't wait for this moment, but it worried me that it wouldn't be amazing or even great. We were both new to this, both rather clueless. Instinct would take over, but I still worried that it would be as life affirming as I hoped it would be.

I ignored the thoughts in my head and the nerves that turned my stomach over. My heart was hammering, but that was understandable.

Anzide curved his fingers under my jaw, urging me closer with a soft kiss. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I held him close as the kiss deepened.

The water was wonderfully warm on my cold skin. Anzide's fingers trailed over my arms as we kissed. Backed against the wall, I felt the weight of his body against me. The desperation between us grew. Hands wandered, lips caressed, and words laced with giggles were softly whispered against sensitive skin.

Lifting my legs around his waist, Anzide looked into my eyes as the water rained over us. One whispered word against my lips asked a simple question. Ready? I nodded and felt the pressure. With a push, it was done. We were no longer newbies, now somewhere in the land of new lovers.