105 Chapter 14 (1/2)

Evangeline clapped her hands. ”I know! I should get some wine for our dinner.” She hopped towards the wine rack and bent down, inspecting all the expensive wines on display.

The wine rack at the side of the kitchen island, where Eric was preparing their dinner, had view of the entire tray of wines from his end. And when Evangeline bent down, he had the first seat view of her full back and blood almost spurt from his nose.

She was not wearing any short beneath her oversized shirt that reached only half of her creamy thighs. His eyes heated at her round b.u.t.t. It was firm but seemed soft to the touch. The tantalizing lacy piece of fabric followed the creased of her a.s.s towards her crouch. It was thin, so thin that it outlined the shape of her p.u.s.s.y and slit, forming a crescent halo at the center. Small squishy mounds were protruding from the base of her s.e.xy a.s.s framed by her soft, firm b.u.t.t. It was chubby and cute, and all he could think was pinching it.

The view was incredibly arousing. s.e.xy and downright l.u.s.tful!

And she was strangely unaware her bottom was showing. She even wiggled her s.e.xy a.s.s, which caused all his saliva to evaporate. His throat was so dry it hurts.

He released a low agonizing grunt when his c.o.c.k pounded against the confines of his trousers.

”Ah!”

He growled. The sting caused by his finger grazing the burning pan jolted him out of his l.u.s.tful state. Evangeline was quick on her toes and trotted to his side, much to his horror.

”What happened? Are you okay? Why is your face red?” she asked. Her face full of unconcealed worry and curiosity.

Thank the heavens she didn't notice. The last thing he wanted was her screaming away from him if she saw his bulge.

”I'm fine,” he croaked. He was not fine! Not fine at all!

He shifted his lower regions away from her view, not making it obvious. But of course, she was making it difficult for him when she cupped his face and leaned closer to him.

”You can't be fine. Your face is so red! Do you have a fever?”

To his horror, before he could stop her, she inched closer, tiptoed, and pressed her forehead to his.

”Eric, you're hot! You have a fever!” Evangeline howled, pulling away, looking straight at him, worry in her eyes. She was about to say more when she felt something hard poking her stomach.

”What's that?” she questioned, lowering her head.

With impeccable timing, Eric's hands grabbed her shoulders and flipped her around before she could see what was poking her.

”Eve, I'm fine. Really,” Eric said through the gap of his clenched teeth, making it sounded so natural, but didn't succeed much.

”Are you sure?” Evangeline frowned, wanting to turn his way, but the grip of his hands on her shoulders prevented her from moving anywhere.

Eric swallowed all his frustration and cleared his dry throat with difficulty. He was amazed at himself when his voice turned out somewhat natural.

”I'm fine. It's just the shock from a little burn. It's nothing serious.”

”Burn? Did you burn yourself?”

Eric cursed himself. Being careful not to dint even his clothes against her, he answered, ”Just a minor burn, it'll heal.”

He then extended his burnt finger to her. ”See, nothing serious.”

Evangeline inspected his finger. When she saw that there was no peeling skin nor blisters, just a little redness, she sighed and let go of the topic.

”Still, you should put ice on it.”

”Mm . . . I'll go get the ointment in my room first.”