Free Sweet Evangeline (Moon Magic Book 2) by Sable Hunter

she had were her fantasies—with him—but fantasies none the less. He was expecting technique and all she could offer was love. Evangeline wondered if she could fake it. She was grateful to see the diner up on the right. She needed a moment to compose herself.
    The coffee was hot and strong, just the way she liked it. “It’s difficult to get good coffee in Texas.” she commented.
    “Really? Why do you say that?”
    “The coffee in New Orleans and all of South Louisiana is super strong, and that’s the way I like it.”
    “At the firehouse, we make our coffee extra strong too. We need to stay alert.” She tried to just listen to what he was saying, but she could almost read his mind—and his thoughts were hotter than the coffee. They made her blush, and Eric reacted as the rising heat made her skin look like rose petals. “God, you intrigue me. How can you be so erotic, yet seem so innocent at the same time?”
    She had no answer for that, and he didn’t force her for one. Instead he asked, “So, are you sure you don’t know one of my ex-girlfriends, someone who had a hidden video camera or something
    “No picture, no video. I had an assignment to sculpt the perfect man.” Evangeline struggled for words. She wanted to be honest, but leave magick out of it as much as she could. She would eventually tell him, but not on their first night. “One night I was lonely, and I started to imagine what that perfect man would look like. Feature after feature. The end result was you.”
    “But Evangeline, you even have the scar on my thigh, the exact spot, the exact shape, the exact size? How could your vision be so detailed?” He wasn’t looking at her with judgment or disbelief—it was almost a look of hopeful wonder.
    They were in a public place, she could afford to be truthful—almost. “I’m a little bit psychic. In fact my whole family is, and my fantasies were very detailed. Did I have everything else about the right size?”
    Eric chuckled. “A man doesn’t like to brag.”
    He was having fun with her, she could tell. “You have every reason to brag. As I remember, you were very…uh…blessed.” As she watched him, discretely—a shadow crossed his handsome features. What could possibly be wrong?
     
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    Eric had to ask—considering what had just happened with Jessica—he had to know. “In your dreams, did I please you? Did I please you, in bed?” Looking at her closely, he held his breath. What she had been telling him was definitely strange. And he didn’t know for certain what he believed, but his ego needed to be stroked. God, that wasn’t all that needed to be stroked. She was the most entrancing woman he had ever met. And he would take her, no matter how their original connection was made.
    He watched her closely. She closed her eyes as if remembering. Then he almost came over the table when she moaned. “Oh, yes. Sometimes, I would come so hard . . .” A cough from a nearby table jerked her back to reality. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t you dare apologize. You are the sexiest, hottest, most passionate woman I have ever met. I knew when I looked at those bronzes. The sight of me and you, your legs wrapped around my waist, me deep inside of you.” His voice became hoarse. “I want that passion; I want it wrapped around me tight.”
    “I’m not very experienced, but if you are willing to give me a chance, I have an idea. Will you fulfill a fantasy for me, Eric?”
    He had walked out of Kerby Lane uncaring that his desire was on display for all to see. All he saw in the eyes of the observers was envy. He had never been so excited. Eric didn’t know what she had in mind, but he was up for whatever it was. Up, hell yes, he was up! Humor—hold on to the humor. It will make the walking easier.
    “Give me the keys, let me drive.” He didn’t argue. She held out her hand and he put his keys in her palm. Pushing the passenger seat as far back as it would go, he made room for his