Chapter 88

He spent awhile working on his computer but couldn't concentrate. Forcing himself to wait until eleven to start preparing, he gave up trying to work. Instead, he spent a while sketching Evie in various poses, including some he'd only imagined, like outside on a rope swing under a willow tree. Finally, with just an hour more to wait, Sam went upstairs, put the new silk sheets he'd bought onto his bed and arranged the roses he'd smuggled into the fridge before she'd come into the kitchen. He had a pair of silk pajamas for her to wear between her appearances this time, and had carefully hand washed her own garments so they'd be ready when it was time for her to leave. He left a bottle of massage oil warming in a sink of hot water and went back downstairs to prepare her treat - a lightly baked wheel of brie with an apricot glaze and a warmed baguette. A crisp white wine waited in the fridge.
Tonight he had an hour and a half. He was still determined not to take her virginity until tomorrow, though the restraint was likely to kill him. Three hours would be enough to make it good for her, to let her take a bath and recover a little before she vanished again. Ninety minutes would be enough to have some serious fun, but not for her first time. So he'd have to keep her occupied in other ways.
He grinned. Yeah, like that was going to be difficult.
At just before midnight, freshly showered and shaved, dressed again in a clean pair of boxers, Sam knocked on the door of the turret room. "Everything okay, sweetheart?"
He felt her slide through the door and join him. Fine. Did you get your work done?
Not much, he admitted. I'm having a little trouble focusing this week. Good thing I'm on vacation.
I'm sorry, Sam. I never meant to disrupt your life.
"Don't you worry about that." He could almost see her, even though he knew there were a few minutes left. She was becoming more real to him, more solid, even between her manifestations. "I don't regret this time with you, Evie. I consider it a gift, not an interruption. Even though I'm going to miss you like hell when you're gone."
I'll miss you too, Sam.
He cleared his throat. "Anyway, we agreed not to worry about that. Right now, I plan to have my wicked way with you tonight. And I think you're going to enjoy it."
"Can't wait." She solidified in front of him, dressed in the filmy nightgown he'd given her. "What are we going to do?" He'd already told her tonight wasn't the night.
He gave her a wicked grin. She'd had him flipping channels and watched some children's TV earlier, so he knew she'd get the reference. "Tonight's show is brought to you by the number sixty-nine."
Evie's smile made his stomach - and his cock - lurch. "Oh yes." She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the bedroom. "Come on. I can't wait."
Sam slept late the next day, more worn out than he'd expected by a marathon make-out session with the very enthusiastic Evie. He'd come so close to taking her a half a dozen times but had managed to do everything but. Tonight, that was damn well going to change.
He'd been hard as an I-beam for the last hour in anticipation. Hell, he'd been walking around at half-mast for the last few days, just from talking to her. When she was with him in the flesh, there was no halvsies about it. He was primed and ready to go. Now was certainly no exception as Evie dragged him into his own bedroom, dressed in the silky, skimpy pajamas he'd bought her yesterday. Her hair bounced as she ran, and so did her delicate breasts.
"Are you hungry?" He managed to ask as she stopped near the edge of the bed.
Evie shook her head and licked her lips. "Just for you. Don't turn coward on me now, Sam. Please." Her voice was a husky purr, her slight French accent stronger than usual.
He pulled her into his arms. "Oh sweetheart, the only thing that could stop me now is if you said no. And that might just kill me."
"Goo - "
He cut off whatever she'd started to say with a kiss, long, hot, deep and filled with intent. She plastered herself against him and sucked his tongue into her mouth, her softness pressing into him, so his dick pushed into the flesh of her stomach. Then she reached her hand down between them and cupped him through his shorts. His cock thought it had died and gone to heaven. Sam clenched his abs to ward off the orgasm that threatened from just such a light touch. He wasn't anywhere near ready for that yet.
Besides, tonight was supposed to be for Evie.
He put his hands to work, sliding one under the lose hem of her top to stroke her pebbled nipple with his fingertips and shoving the other down the stretchy waistband of the shorts to grip one velvety ass cheek and squeeze.
She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his, leaning into him even farther. "Too many clothes," she said. Her lips left his to trail down to his shoulder and suck. He'd likely have a hickey there tomorrow.
Good.
As long as it lasted, he'd have tangible proof that Evie had existed.
Well, along with the photos he'd taken last night. She'd posed with all the aplomb of a seasoned model once he'd promised no one would ever lay eyes on them but him. Yeah, as if he'd ever want to share a nude Evie with another man. Not bloody likely.
"Come back to me, Sam." She nipped him right above his nipple, just hard enough to leave a mark. "You were somewhere - else."
He gazed down into her amazing eyes. "I'm sorry. Believe me, there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be. No one I'd rather be with."
"Oh Sam." She looped her arms around his neck and went up on her tiptoes to kiss his chin. "All these years I waited for someone. I didn't think it mattered who, as long as he was kind and single. Now I know I was waiting for you."