Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(10)

I blush. Full-on summer berry-colored blush.

“You’re shaking.” He blinks.

I bounce my head slowly. “Yeah. I’m nervous. I’ve done nothing like this before.”

“What, had sex?” he says deadpan.

“No! A one-night stand.”

“I told you, it’s not a one-night stand, Eva. I’ll look after you. I promise. I’ve wanted to get you alone and spend time with you for so long. You intrigue me.” He runs his pointer finger across his bottom lip with his other hand. So sexy.

“Also, if I knew you did this all the time, we wouldn’t be here. I know you don’t sleep around.”

“Do you?”

“You were married to Ewan for years and, as far as I’m aware, tonight is the first night out you’ve had in months.”

How does he know that? “Golf with my dad this week, Knox?”

“Yes. I knew you were attending the ball this evening. I didn’t know your boys would be away all weekend though.” His face twitches, concealing his smirk. “Now go get your bag. And bring your bikini.”

I frown, questioning.

“Because I have a pool in my home. You can have a swim tomorrow if you’d like. To relax.”

My brows spring up.

That sounds like bliss.

This is becoming so real now.

He continues holding on to my wrist.

“I’ll be five minutes. Stay in the car,” I instruct him. It’ll keep Ewan guessing if he has spotted us. Because it could very well be Lincoln. He drives this from time to time too.

I flip the butterfly door up and elegantly push myself out of the low car.

And I’m still wearing his dress jacket. I wrap it around me again, pull the collar up to my nose, and inhale as I run toward my house. It smells of him. Expensive. Thrilling. Tantalizing.

I’m back in Knox’s car with my little overnight bag I filled at high speed with my sleepover essentials. Not one for makeup, I skipped that; I did, however, bring all my facial lotions and body potions for my beauty routine. Skin care is life. Oh, and perfume, ’cause, you know, I want to smell nice for him and I packed a few pieces of clothing for leaving on Sunday.

I had to dig deep to find some sexy panties.

If I’m embracing this new single mom life, I need to pay a visit to the lingerie shop. Could I be a sexy single mom? Nope, drop the sexy. Regardless, I still need new underwear, like yesterday. I might actually do some online shopping tomorrow. I have all day tomorrow to do that. Sounds like heaven. Although Christ knows what Knox has planned for us. Whatever it is, I’ll be naked by the sounds of it. I maybe didn’t need to bring underwear at all.

I conceal an excited giggle.

Being in his car.

About to drive to his house.

Being with him finally.

After all this time. Dreaming about him. Remembering him holding me on the dance floor last year. Being close to him. And if my body reacts to him from a few dirty words and a simple skim over my panties, then God knows what I’ll be like when we do get down to business. I haven’t had sex in what feels like a million years.

Ewan and I stopped having sex about a year ago. His chronic heavy drinking meant he couldn’t get it up and with no appetite for sex whatsoever, our relationship dive-bombed quickly. I thought I was the problem at first, but it was the alcohol. It ruined everything between us.

Knox’s eyes gravitate toward my driveway. “I like your VW Campervan.”

I find it difficult to stifle my smile. I’m proud as punch of its restoration. It’s taken me years to get my gleaming metallic-green beauty up to show quality. I only take it out on special sunshine beach days. It’s my precious cargo and half the time my boys treat it like a fun park. I’m very particular about when we use it.

“I love her.”

“Her?”

“Yes, Olive.”

“Because she’s green. Olive. I like it. She’s a bit like you.”

“Yeah?”

“Unique. Quirky. Hippie at heart.”

I stare at my pride and joy. I suppose we are the same.

He called me unique. That makes my heart flutter with delight.

It really has been too long since I have had any type of male attention. I’m getting excited by someone calling me unique.

But it’s Knox who said it. And he’s not just anyone.

“What would you call this car?” he inquires, his voice rich and textured.

“Raven,” I answer without hesitation.

Amusement flits across his usually serious features.

I explain myself. “Dark, mysterious.” I think of the right word. “Powerful. But playful once you learn how to work it.”

I use this moment to take him all in as his bold, black eyes bore through me. I must remember to ask him what ethnicity his mother is because he has her olive skin tone and dark features.

He’s assertive. Quiet. But kind. He was so tender when he kissed me with those beautiful, full dark-pink lips of his. His ebony scruff and goatee are trimmed with precision. As is his hair, which is shaved into a high skin fade on either side with a wave of luscious swept-back black locks styled perfectly on top.

Every single touchpoint of his life screams expensive. From his suit, his watch, his car, shoes, you name it. It’s quite intimidating.