My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 44

Evelyn

"What do you have in mind?" He gently pulled my top over my head, his fingers brushing against my shoulders, quickening my heartbeat. It was nearly impossible for me to divert my gaze from him; there was something enchanting about him that held my attention captive.

"You mean what I want to paint?" I asked, hesitating.

Honestly, I had no clue what he meant. As he had mentioned, we were going to explore both, and I couldn't discern which he was referring to at this moment. All I could think about were things too intense to be related to painting.

A deep, masculine chuckle escaped his lips, and he suppressed a grin, “Yes, Evelyn. Tell me what's on your mind; what moment do you want to lay on this canvas?" He turned me around to face the blank canvas.

As I began to lose myself in thought, struggling to decide where to begin, he had a knack for further distracting my mind. Crouching down behind me, he gradually lowered my shorts.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, and I was on the verge of turning around, but he held me firmly, his hands settling back on my hips, “Decide what you want to paint, Evelyn."

God, damn it! How in the world was I supposed to make a decision like this? All I could think about was him and sex. He showed no signs of relenting. If only I had the faintest idea of what he had in mind!

"I haven't... haven’t painted in a while. I'm not sure what I want to create," I admitted, my voice trembling. My palms were sweaty, and goosebumps covered my skin, every inch of it. Feeling Jacob's lips curling into a smirk whilst he traced his nose along the back of my thigh, said it well— he was well aware of my nervousness but then again, that was exactly what he wanted.

He liked making me nervous, and he clearly enjoyed these reactions. In fact, he seemed to revel in them.

"Paint your desires," he suggested, his words sending shockwaves to my core. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, “I know you have many. So, paint one that you live for." And this time he pulled down my panties.

"Jacob..."

"Shh...." He came up, his nimble fingers unhooking my bra and sliding down the last piece of clothing from my body, "Focus, Evelyn. Focus."

How am I supposed to concentrate with him whispering my name like that? My heart raced, thudding loudly in my chest, threatening to give away my inner turmoil.

His lips gently brushed against my neck, trailing a path down to my collarbone and shoulder, slow enough to leave me trembling.

I closed my eyes shut, my breathing quivering as his lips continued their mesmerizing dance, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me. His hands cupped my breasts, and his index finger traced a path around my nipple, leaving a strange sensation gathering at my core.

"What do you desire, Evelyn?" His warm breath grazed the sensitive spot behind my ear; a rush of warmth flooded between my legs.

The answer was clear, but it was difficult to admit. It was hard to stand my ground, to say his name, even though we both knew the truth. Yes! We both knew it, so why was it so difficult?

Drawing in a deep breath, I bent down slowly to retrieve the brush and paint palette. I caught the faint sound of him cursing under his breath.

I couldn't help but wonder how long any of us would maintain our focus on this painting endeavor.

As I straightened up, he slipped his arms around me, pulling me close. The closeness sent my mind spinning, but I had to paint—that's what we had decided. Paint and fuck.

"Burnt Umber?" he asked, his lips grazing my earlobe. My breath caught instantly.

Oh, my…

"Yeah," I replied hesitantly, trying to compose myself. "That will do."

Of course, he noticed the change in my breathing. In fact, he seemed to be paying attention to every detail, and he was clearly enjoying it.

"Okay," he said as he grabbed the tube and squeezed the paint onto the palette, "Any other colours?"

Oh, hell, there were plenty of them.

Fuck! Pull yourself together, Evelyn!

"Just the basics," I murmured, my words barely audible even to myself.

"The basics," he echoed, "Understood."

I wanted to ask him to stop speaking in that tone, but my goodness, his deep voice sounded too enticing. I had never engaged in hushed whispers with anyone before, and if not for today, I wouldn't have known that whispers could ignite so much fire, with colours so vivid.

Suddenly, I felt something cold touching my chest. I nearly flinched at the unexpected sensation. However, as my eyes travelled downward, I discovered Jacob's left hand smearing the Burnt Umber colour on my chest. His fingers moved tantalisingly, brushing across my skin as though they were painting strokes.

"You can create your art, and I can create mine," he whispered into my ear. I could have sworn that I nearly came apart at that moment. There was something about this moment and his touch that was intoxicating. I had always struggled to maintain my composure around him, but today was different. Everything went beyond control.

He was both mending and unravelling me simultaneously. It didn't make sense, but that's precisely what was wrong with me—my words couldn't capture it, but the emotions were simply indescribable.

He poured the other colors onto the palette—red, yellow, and blue.

"White. I need white too," I uttered, My throat felt dry as a desert.

"Oh, my bad."

Wait! Why did it not sound genuine? Did he intentionally neglect the white one? I couldn't find a logical answer until my eyes spotted the paint tube on the floor.

Well...

Before I could muster a response, Jacob was already bending down, grabbing the tube. Slowly and slyly, as he began to stand up, he traced a path between my thighs with his right hand.