He parked in front of her apartment building. The street was quiet, no sign of Evangeline. On the sidewalk, he removed his helmet and called her on her cell. A phone rang behind him and he turned.
With each step she took, heat infused his chest. Crashing into him, she kissed him, hard. “Come inside. I’m going to fuck you.”
Her raw words dripped with sensuality. This wasn’t a request. This was a damn demand.
And he was all in.
Linking fingers, they entered the building and hurried down the hallway, their jagged breaths cutting through the tense silence. With a sense of urgency, she fished out her keys, whipped the door open, and rushed inside.
The second he shut the door, she backed him against it. Her mouth was on his, her sexy, ravenous sounds turning guttural. The hunger in her kisses was voracious. She was on fire and unstoppable.
The kissing continued until she pushed off him, gasping for breath, her eyes wild with need. She yanked off her sweater, kicked off her shoes, and wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her in a pale pink push-up bra and matching panties. He paused to soak up her beautiful curves and those fantastic legs. Groaning, the adrenaline pounded through him, turning him into a massive ball of need. Jesus, I won’t last five minutes.
He threw his jacket on her sofa and she tugged his sweater over his head. Though her breathing was out of control, her actions were deliberate.
“You look so damn hot in those leathers, but I can’t fuck you in them.”
Boots, pants, boxers—gone in seconds. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him, attaching herself like a monkey. He held her tightly while she ground against him, devouring him with her ferocious kisses.
Her intensity turned him into a wild animal. He stroked her tongue, groaned into her welcoming mouth, and raked his fingers down her back. But when he opened his eyes, her beauty stole his breath. This was real, and gritty, and stronger than hell.
On a deep moan, her eyelids fluttered open, her mesmerizing eyes locked on his. She broke the kiss and, gasping for breath, commanded him to her bedroom. He carried her there and fell backward onto her unmade bed, her sublime body blanketing his.
“Condom.” Pushing off him, she opened the night table drawer. “Fuck. I don’t have any.”
Neither did he.
She disappeared into the bathroom. “Got one!” Slinking back into the room, she tossed the condom on the linens. With her focus cemented on his, she unhooked her bra and slowly pulled it away, her erect nipples stealing his attention. Another punch of energy landed between his legs and his aching cock bobbed up and down. Then, she shimmied out of her panties and hitched her hands on her hips. Totally naked, undeniably hot, and all his.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Evan.”
A throaty moan escaped while she crawled back onto bed. After settling between his legs, she began stroking his shaft. White-hot streaks of need surged through him.
“God, I love your cock.” She caressed him with delicate fingers. Up and down, again and again. Leaning down, she took him in her mouth, rolling her tongue over his smooth, pink head.
Rocked to his core, he released a long, deep groan. “Oh, Jesus, Evan. I’ve missed your mouth on me so fucking much.”
He rose on his elbows to watch how she cradled his balls and stroked his shaft, while she licked and sucked again and again. Her raspy, guttural moan had him growling in response, a rush of pleasure streaking through him.
Fucking nirvana.
And then, she pulled off him and smiled. I’m a goner.
“Time to fuck, Sinclair Develin.”
She owned him. Every damn inch of his body and soul.
He sat up, took her beautiful face in his hands and kissed her. Hard and deep. Their gasps for breath were filled with a fierce need. She broke the embrace, ripped open the condom packet and handed him the rubber.
“I’m dying for you,” she rasped out.
As he covered himself, she straddled him, her half-hooded gaze sending another zing through him. Always in control, he could not regulate his damn breathing. Like a caged animal, he was out of his fucking mind for her.
She positioned him at her opening and sunk down. Pleasure exploded through him and he uttered, “You feel incredible, Evangeline.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned out. “I need you so badly.”
Her deep moans echoed in his head as she began moving on him. The nonstop streams of pleasure had his senses on overdrive. But as he stared into her eyes, Evangeline’s beauty captured his heart.
After arching her back, she commanded, “Suck my tits.”
Lust streaked through him. He nuzzled her nipple, laved it with his tongue. When he took her hard nib into his mouth and bit gently, she cried out and took him in deeper. He looked up. Her lusty expression and hooded eyes were intoxicatingly beautiful.
He was racing toward an orgasm, the euphoria taking him higher and higher.
In a frenzy of passion, he found her mouth and kissed her breathless. Enveloping her in his arms, he pulled her hair, stroked her back. No matter how hard or fast she gyrated on him, he could not get enough of her.
He was lost in her, lost in everything Evangeline.
They tightened their hold on each other.
“I…oh, fuck, fuck.” She gasped for air. “I’m taking you. I’m…oh, oh, oh.” Moaning, she rocked hard against him while sucking on his tongue.
He’d been holding on, but when her insides clenched down on him, he let go and poured himself into her with deep, rhythmic thrusts. “Fuck, Evan,” he ground out.
As waves of ecstasy crashed over them, they stared into each other’s eyes. All he saw was her radiant light.
She kissed him again, stroking his tongue and clawing his shoulders. Her raw embrace filled him with energy. But this kiss morphed from wild and intense to tender and soft. Only Evan could cool his fiery soul. When he returned the doting kisses, peace calmed his turbulent mind.
“Damn, you push my buttons,” she whispered.
He flashed a smile. “You push my everything.”
Instead of cuddling in his arms, she rose off him and left the room. He was still flying around the stratosphere, drunk out of his mind on her, but she had disappeared.
A quick moment later, she returned with a glass of clear liquid. She folded into bed beside him, tucking one of her long legs beneath her. “It’s crap vodka, but it’s all I’ve got.” She took a long draw.
“Still not into cuddling?”
Surprise flashed in her eyes, then she smiled. “I can do that…if you want.”
Though cuddling wasn’t his thing, either, he would welcome her in his arms for as long as she would stay there. But he said nothing as he pushed out of bed and padded into the bathroom to take care of business.
When he returned, she was leaning against the propped pillows, sipping the drink. The room was warm, so she lay there uncovered. As he drank in her naked form, he wanted to lose himself in her all over again.
“Like what you see?”
“You could say that.”
Her smarmy smile made him laugh. “Me, too. But you already know that.”
“I want to hear it from you, Evan.” He slid back into bed beside her and cupped her chin. “Don’t shut me out.”
Her back stiffened and she offered him the glass. He tossed back a mouthful and winced. “You’re right, this is shit.”