She’d given up long ago being one of those matching thong and bra kind of women. It was just too much work. She had her favorite bras and her favorite underwear, and unfortunately, not too many of them matched. But they were damn comfortable.
Scott didn’t seem to give a damn either, the bulge in his dress pants evidence enough. With his encouragement and the way his hooded eyes devoured her like she was a juicy steak cooked to perfection, she stepped between his wide-spread knees. Beginning at her knees, his hands trailed up her legs, over her thighs and the curves of her hips, settling on the roundness of her butt cheeks. His breath on her belly made everything inside her tingle, and then when his fingers gently pulled her cheeks apart and one finger pressed against her crease, those tingles turned into quivers and jolts of both anticipation and pleasure.
“Not today, but I would love to see you truly come undone after I’ve given this some of my undivided attention.” His tongue swirled around her navel again. “Whether you ever let my cock in there or not is irrelevant. There are so many ways I could make you come from just a little bit of … ” He licked her belly, then pressed his finger against her tight hole. “If you get my drift?”
Oh, she got his drift, all right. She got his drift, jumped onto his drift and wanted to ride his drift wherever the hell it was headed.
There wasn’t a single thing she would say no to when it came to Scott and the bedroom. They’d only had sex that one night, but it was enough for her to know the man was a god. Especially when her last sexual partner had been Todd the Selfish Lover Demon Spawn.
“Hmm?” His hum and the buzz from his lips against her ribs was connected directly to her clit, and her hips jutted out toward him of their own volition. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
It was a hell yes.
“But not today,” he reiterated. “Today … tonight, I want just you. Just Eva.”
From her ribs, he dipped his head again, but this time lower, his nose pressed right against her panties, directly over her clit. He inhaled.
She gasped.
“Ah, Eva. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
Her fingers pushed into his hair, and she tugged just a little. “I’ve missed you too.”
The twirl of his tongue over the fabric that covered her clit made her legs spasm, and she gripped his hair tighter to hold on, to keep herself up.
He chuckled against her, causing a warm gush of arousal to seep from between her legs. “Panties off,” he murmured, the heat from his mouth searing her through the cotton.
She did as he instructed, with his help, of course. Thank goodness, she’d taken care of the playing field on Sunday right before their botched date on Monday. She was sporting her small strip of hair but nothing else.
His look was predatory. Hungry. Insatiable. And the way he licked his lips reminded her of a lion licking his chops as he stalked an impala on the savannah. Ravenous and willing to give the chase of a lifetime to get what he wanted. What he needed. What he craved.
And right now, Scott craved her.
Her ego did a little happy dance. It’d been far too long since a man had looked at her like that. And Scott looked at her like that a lot. Todd had actually gone so far as to call her post-partum body—just six months after she had Kellen—“absolutely disgusting.” After that she ate nothing but chicken breasts and cucumbers for an entire month.
His hands on her thighs brought her back to the now; she blinked and smiled down at the man who gazed at her with nothing but adoration. No disgust or contempt filled his eyes. Just … awe.
“Are you wet?” The deep, gravelly tenor of his voice was an aphrodisiac all on its own. He also didn’t wait for her to respond and slid two fingers between her folds, where, of course, he found her slick and swollen. His nostrils flared and his eyelids dropped even farther. “Very.”
She pulled a long breath through her nose and then slowly released it. “Scott … ”
“Eva … ” Those two fingers explored further, delving into her quivering heat, where she contracted around him. His thumb landed on her clit and her hips jerked.
“Scott,” she pleaded.
The man was skilled with his fingers for sure, but she wanted, no, needed more. She needed him. All of him. Inside her. Not just a couple of fingers. No matter how talented those fingers were.
Would she come from this? Absolutely.
But it wasn’t just about the orgasm. It was about the connection, the intimacy, the feeling of being one with another person who was beginning to mean a great deal to her.
“Scott, please.” She was whimpering now.
With a growl, a grunt and the speed of a cheetah, his fingers were out of her, he was up out of the chair and she found herself pushed forward, hinged at the hips, hands on the armrests.
The zip and swish of his pants behind her was like sweet, raunchy music to her ears. Dribbles of her arousal trickled down her inner thigh, and her pussy clenched at the thought of having Scott inside her again. Then came the quiet tear of the condom wrapper—he was so prepared, showing up with protection—and before she could blink, wiggle her hips or ask him where he went, he was pressing the thick head of his cock against her dripping slit.
“Scott … ”
Although she’d been hoping for hard, fast and dirty, the laziness with which he eased himself inside her was a million times better. His girth coasted across every one of her neurons as he made his way into her body, giving each inch his undivided attention. Her eyes threatened to roll back into her head.
She could come just from this. Just from the first thrust.
His fingers squeezing her hips and a low grunt said he was to the hilt inside her now. She was tight. The pleasant ache and throb between her legs as she adjusted to his size sent shivers sprinting down her limbs.
This was what heaven felt like. Ecstasy. Pure bliss.
That was until he started to move.
Oh God.
Now that was heaven. Every draw of his cock, followed by a hard plunge and a hip swivel that knocked her G-spot just right. She could hear angels singing, harps playing. Clouds were everywhere. It really was heaven.
“You’re it for me, Eva.” His dark timber made her core clench around his length. “I know this is all new, but new or not, I feel the pull, and I know you’re it. I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.”
“Scott … ” That was all she could say. His name was a plea on her lips. A plea for more. For harder, for faster, for it to never end.
The slapping sound of flesh on flesh was a new dirty music that filled her small spa space, and when his hard chest connected with her back and he hunched over her, changing the angle, she nearly lost her mind. And she really did lose her mind when his finger pressed against her clit.
Every muscle inside her went rigid, her toes curled on the tile floor, and her back bowed as the orgasm came crashing through her. Like the waves on a harsh sea, it pounded her, jostled her, rocked her to her very soul. Until she was nothing more than a boneless, buzzing pile of goo still standing only because Scott was holding her up. Keeping her safe, tight against his chest and his wildly beating heart. After a few moments, he stood back up, his pumping becoming more fervent, his cadence more erratic. He was close too.
She did her best to return to the moment, to regain some of her senses and be present for him when he came. Her eyes remained glued shut, her lips parted, skin tingling. She was still riding the high of her climax, enjoying the exquisite way his cock drove deep into her and then retreated over her sensitive channel. The potential for another climax bubbled deep in her belly.