Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(12)

She has this external magnetic field that I’m drawn to. I can’t help myself around her. It’s incredible, but fucking confusing. She’s hypnotic.

I shouldn’t want this woman. This extraordinary woman with a glorious body, sinful legs I would like wrapped around my ears, and a fucking smile that does things to my sensibility I can’t explain. It’s like a murmuration of starlings swirling in my stomach when I’m around her.

What is that?

It’s wrong, but it feels oh so fucking right.

Then there’s her age. She’s fourteen years younger than me, closer to Lincoln’s age. And fuck, he confessed to liking her tonight. I shouldn’t be doing this. What a shitty thing to do to your own son.

But she said she didn’t want him. She wants me.

And then there’s her father, Charlie. We’re friends—close friends—and business buddies. We play golf every week together and sit together on the Castleview Business Circle, the board that markets local businesses. He likes me. Trusts me. So why am I risking my friendships, my reputation, and my incredible relationship with my son?

There are so many people to consider.

I feel my balls shrink back inside my body as trepidation rips through me. There are many reasons we shouldn’t be together.

None of it makes sense to me, but I want her. Need her. Have to have her.

Maybe I just need this weekend to fuck her out of my system.

Like the thing you can’t have, that you longed for. Then you finally get it, and it’s not as exciting as you thought it would be.

Maybe that’s what I need to do. Fuck her and forget her.

The only thing close to any type of relationship I’ve ever had was with Lincoln’s mother, my ex-wife. It’s the closest thing to love I’ve ever felt. But I was young and didn’t know any better.

I instantly slam the door on my archived thoughts. I don’t want to think about her now. She’s unworthy of my time.

And then there is Tabitha, or Tabby, as she likes to be called. Thank the heavens above she wasn’t at the charity auction tonight.

We’ve been having casual sex for the past three years. She wants more from me, but I’m not interested. Because of her. Eva.

But Eva was married. I’d lost hope. She’s now free. Getting divorced. Finally.

I would never take what wasn’t rightfully mine. But she feels like she should be.

Mine.

On paper, Tabby and I are the perfect match. Same age as me, beautiful. Domineering. Driven. Old-school wealth. Heiress to the local whisky distillery. Her father will be on his death bed before he hands it over to her. She’s a liability. Someone who likes a fancy title but is work shy. If she pulled her weight, we would be a business powerhouse couple together.

But I don’t want that.

I haven’t wanted Tabitha for months.

I want a whole different type of woman.

I want this one. The one that’s currently sucking my fucking tongue into her mouth like her life depends on it. If she sucks my dick in the exact same way, then I’m in danger.

Massive fucking danger.

I can feel it as she whimpers, then runs her delicate hand up the back of my neck and pulls me forcefully to her mouth with perfect pressure.

She wants me. I fucking knew it.

She wants this.

And she has for a while.

And here’s me thinking I’m the one in charge, but now I’m not so sure.

“Let’s go inside the house, Sunshine.” I gasp between what feels like a life-changing kiss.

But we don’t stop kissing. I never want this feeling of firsts with her to end as we connect in ways I’ve fantasized about.

She said she dreamed about me, too.

It’s the words I’ve longed to hear.

She grins against my mouth. “I really enjoy kissing you, Knox.”

I love how open and honest she is. It’s invigorating.

“You can kiss me all weekend if you like it so much.” Our tongues slip against one another.

“Sounds good to me.” She chuckles, a sweet melody to my ears.

“Let’s get out of here. We’re steaming up the windows.” I can’t stop kissing her plump lips.

“That’s hot. I can’t remember the last time I made out in a car.” She leans out of our steamy kiss, her face now flushed.

“Me either,” I lie. I do. It was a long time ago. Lincoln was the by-product of that brief hiccup. A hiccup I wouldn’t change for the world. My son has been the best thing to happen to me. But I never made out in another car again. Until now.

As we both slide out of my low car, Eva lets out an oh my God; it’s emphatic and genuine as she spots the car nestled over in the far corner of my garage.

Her mouth gapes wide in the shape of an O. She’s frozen to the floor, ogling the metallic-blue vehicle. How does she know what that is?

“Please tell me I’m dreaming,” she says eventually. “Is that a Shelby Cobra 427 Super Snake? An actual Cobra or a kit?”

“It’s an actual Cobra,” I respond, astounded that she even knows what she’s looking at. When she said she likes cars, she was telling the truth.

She drops her navy overnight bag on the floor. Out of shock, I think. Tentatively, she takes her time moving toward the most expensive car I own.

She reels off some statistics. “Four hundred and eighty-five break horsepower. Seven liter V8 engine. Only one genuine, original 1966, left in the entire universe.”