She rode his hips, teeth bared, until he groaned loudly, gripping her waist to force a stop to the motion as he came in waves. She dropped forward onto her hands, watching as her hair swung with her, this time falling into his face, and then she dismounted to roll onto her back.
When she could breathe again, she said, “You need to go home now.”
“Gimme a minute,” he panted.
Eve sat up and felt around for her T-shirt, pulling it on in the dark, then found her yoga pants and did the same. “Come on, Dominic. Get up. You’ll fall asleep, and you can’t sleep here. Go home.”
“Why can’t I sleep here?” he asked, covering a yawn.
She gave him a narrow look and hissed out a breath. “You know why.”
“She’s out. Won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon.”
“It doesn’t matter. You know the deal.”
“Right,” he grumbled, finally sitting up. “Just the sex and nothing more.”
“It’s better that way. Less complicated.”
“And the fact that I’m living with your sister doesn’t complicate things at all.”
Eve sighed in the darkness. “Dominic…go home.”
“Have you got someone else coming over?”
“What if I do?”
“Go home, Dominic. We had our fuck; now go home.”
Instead of complying, he simply settled back more comfortably, rooting around until he could use his feet to pull the sheet up over his body as he shifted onto his side. “I’m at least having a nap. You can’t deny me that.”
“Fine.” She stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. As usual, she felt dirty and disgusted with herself, but not so dirty or disgusted that she’d even try to lie that it would be the last time.
Her sister Isabelle seemed clueless to the reality of it, but Eve had done all she could to make sure the fling didn’t become more than that. It was just very hot sex; she got what she wanted and then sent him home. She always sent him home.
Now she felt restless, guilty, wishing she’d not told him to come round when he’d messaged her earlier. At least when he left right away, she was able to put their coupling behind her. It was done, and she didn’t have to think about it again…until the next time.
There was always a next time.
Only about thirty! I'm rereading one of my favorite Madeleine L'Engle books right now, An Acceptable Time. It's an oldie, but a goodie. I love how she paints pictures with her words.
2. Do you have a soundtrack to your book?
I listened to a lot of Peter Murphy and Nine Inch Nails while I was writing this. Those artists fit Eve well. Isabelle is more of a Sarah Mclachlan girl.
3. How do you handle writer’s block?
I beat it into submission with housework. Housework is the only thing I hate more than writer's block, and I will actually procrastinate housework by writing. I threaten my writer's block with laundry.
4. How many hours per day do you spend writing?
If I'm working on a new manuscript, I'd say three to four. If I'm editing a manuscript for publication, more like six. I am much more motivated by an editorial deadline!
5. What inspired you to write this book?
I had a particular scene in mind, and once I'd written that scene, I needed to finish Eve's story.