“A what?”
“A witch.”
“Awitch?”
“Yeah. You know, maybe it wasn’t a random hallucination. Maybe you had a vision.”
“A vision? Because I’m descended from a witch?”
“You never know.” He wanted Eva to look into her ancestry and figure out why she had the Sight, since it might provide him with some answers about his curse. If someone else in her family was a descendant, he could appear to them and see if they saw through the curse too.
But he wasn’t about to tell Eva what she’d seen was real either. This way, he’d planted the idea in her head and made her inquisitive without giving too much away.
“Oh my god, you’re as crazy as I am.”
“Probably more,” Ash agreed, smiling despite himself. Something about Eva made him feel... Fuck, he didn’t know. Good. He just felt good. And that was as far as he was going into it. “Ask your mother if you’re descended from blood-born witches. You never know.”
She laughed. “I never expected you to say that in a million years.”
“I’m full of surprises.” Still smiling, he lay back down on his bed and hooked his free hand behind his head.
“That you are.”
“I keep thinking about fucking you on the piano,” he blurted.
She paused. “Me too.” Her voice softened, and he instantly got hard. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at my piano again without thinking about it.”
“I want to do it again.”
“Damn. Me too.”
His thoughts went down the gutter with record speed. “Only this time, I want to sit you on the keys and fuck you while you wrap your legs around me. I wanna hear that sexy ass smash all the notes every time I pound into you.”
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
His hips rolled involuntarily on the bed at the images springing up in his head, and he decided to go with it. “And when that’s done, I’m gonna turn you around again and bend you back over. But this time I’ll lift up your foot and put it right on the keys and fuck you nice and hard from behind. I’ll hold your leg up so you can’t move even though you’re going to try to struggle when I hit you so deep. It’ll feel so fucking good when you come all over me.”
“Oh damn. I’m so turned on now.” Eva’s heavy breaths fuzzed out the phone speaker.
“Me too.”
“My turn.”
“For what?”
“To tell you my piano fantasies.”
“Fuck, yes. Tell me.”
“I want to shove your sexy ass up against the keys, and then I’m going to lick and bite my way down your naked body.”
His eyes fell shut. Shit, he couldn’t take it. He ripped open his pants, shoved them down, and fisted his cock. “Keep going, Eva.”
“And then I’m going to get on my knees.”
“Fuck.” His strokes got harder.
“And then I’m going to lick you from balls to tip like a popsicle. Mm, you’ll taste so good.”
