My mouth closed over hers. I only meant to give her a small kiss. I wanted it to be a simple kiss that would take the edge off. Part of me wanted to rebel against what Charlie told me to do. Fuck that. One kiss wasn’t enough. I growled low in my throat as my mouth opened wider to devour her. I burned for the woman. I could feel the fire low in my belly, urging me to take more.
Her hands moved into my hair, holding my head low against hers. I couldn’t release her. I refused to release her. Some otherworldly force was driving me on. My tongue dueled with hers. It was a clash to see who could get whose tongue in the other’s mouth. She gave as good as she got.
Chapter 12
Evie
I was not going to let myself think about the fact I was kissing the man in his kitchen, on his boat. I was letting go of all my rules and inhibitions. I was living in the moment. Holy hell, what a moment it was. His mouth moved over mine like a man that had been searching the desert for water. His hands, holy shit, his hands were everywhere.
I struggled to keep up. My hands roamed his body, getting my first real feel of the muscles in his arms and stretched across his back. He was powerful and hard and so damn hot. He reached for the hem of my shirt and tugged at it until it was halfway up my body. Our mouths tore away from one another while he quickly removed it before diving right back in.
One of his large hands grabbed my breast, lifting the weight of it. He groaned low in his throat and attacked me with new enthusiasm. I wanted the same. I pulled at his shirt, essentially trying to tear it from his body. I didn’t want to take it off the usual way. I didn’t want to lose his mouth against mine.
He pulled back just a little, his mouth still on mine as he pulled the shirt up, yanked it away, and tore it off before devouring my face once again. My hands stretched out across his pecs before running around to touch his back. His skin was hot and smooth and taut across the rippling muscles.
“I need you naked,” he growled. “Now.”
His hands were stripping off my shorts, taking my panties down with them. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in doing a layer by layer. I attacked his shorts with my fingers. I fumbled with the button until I yanked, popping the damn thing off. He was wealthy. He could buy more shorts.
Within seconds, we were both stripped naked. He stood in front of me, his chest heaving up and down as he dragged in heavy breaths. I could see the passion in his eyes. I could feel it radiating off him. It was intense and made me want to climb him like a tree.
I stared at him, waiting to see what he would do next. I would probably die if he had a change of heart at that point. My eyes pulled away from his and drifted over his body. He was hard and tattooed. That was unexpected. I saw the band around his arm and what looked like writing on the underside of his arm. That had to be a painful place to get a tattoo. I wouldn’t know from personal experience, but I imagined so. There were small tattoos on his chest, including a ship that I suspected was one of his.
Once the inspection of his torso was complete, I dropped my eyes lower. I sucked in a breath when I saw the size of him. His heavy cock was jutting forward. He was a big man in every sense of the word. I was a little intimidated. I wasn’t an innocent virgin, but he was definitely one of the largest men I had ever been with.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked on a breath that made him sound as if he was choking.
I met his eyes and gave him a slow nod. “Absolutely.”
He sprang into action so fast, I barely had time to blink. His hands were on my ass and then one was sliding between my legs. His mouth slammed over mine again, his tongue pushing its way in as his finger worked its way inside me down below. It was a double whammy. I gasped, inadvertently sucking his tongue deeper into my throat. I lifted one leg, bending it at the knee to give him better access like a complete wanton.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” he whispered.
I was a little embarrassed, but seriously, had he seen him? He was sex on a stick. He was a Greek god. He was every woman’s wet dream. Of course, I was wet. I was also about to climax. I tried to fight it. I didn’t want him to know just how badly I wanted him.
“Oh no,” I whimpered.
“Already?” he rasped the word, pushing his finger higher inside me.
“Oh no,” I repeated when I felt the spiraling of beautiful sensations soaring through my body. “Oh god. Oh no.”
“Yes, fuck yes,” he growled. His mouth covered mine, attacking me with a new ferocious need. It was more than I could take. There was no holding back the orgasm. It burst through me with a violence that had me arching against him, rubbing my breasts against his chest.
His mouth pulled away from mine and sucked on my neck as his finger continued to work inside me. I shouted out as the ecstasy sent me on a journey into the stars. Before I had the chance to come down, he lifted me up, pushing me against the wall and shoving his giant dick inside me. The orgasm eased his entry, but he was still big.
I winced, cried out, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He paused about halfway inside me. I lowered my mouth to his from my new vantage point and thoroughly kissed him. My body relaxed, blooming like a flower in the early morning sunshine. He slid deep inside and held perfectly still.
My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to cope with the onslaught of passion and ecstasy. It was overwhelming in the best way. “Good?” he asked on a strained breath.
“So good,” I moaned.
He began to move, slowly at first as he pushed my body against the wall. His length stretched me and filled me to completion with every stroke. I felt like I weighed no more than a feather as he held me with an arm around my waist and the other on my hip. He rocked into me, picking up the speed, grunting with every thrust.
“Fucking hell, you are so goddamn wet,” he whispered.
“You are making me that way,” I managed to get out. My brain felt foggy, saturated with lust and need. I could feel myself already on the climb to another orgasm. Sex with him was way too good. It was addicting.
He pounded into me a few more times before releasing a frustrated growl. He pulled me away from the wall and carried me across the small expanse to the wraparound couch. With me mounted firmly on his dick, he used one foot to move the small coffee table out of his way before lowering me onto the couch.
I had no idea how we were both going to fit, but he made it work. His body slid into mine once again. I raised one leg, resting my foot on the back of the couch and spreading wide for him. I didn’t care if it wasn’t ladylike. I wanted him and didn’t give a shit about rules. He made me feel wild, just as crazed as he was acting.
“Wider,” he snapped. “Open wider. I want to be deep, deep inside you.”
I put my other foot on the floor, spreading my legs wide until I worried I would break a hip. He lifted himself up on one arm. He stared down at me, his eyes focused on my breasts that felt swollen and achy. His other hand reached up, kneading the sensitive flesh before tweaking my nipple.
I whimpered, my back arching as I wiggled under him, trying to take him deeper inside. I dug my nails into his back, encouraging him to move. I needed him to move. He did as I asked without words. His hips moved in a slow roll. I looked up at the man’s marvelous body. His hair fell forward a bit. His jaw was set tight and his eyes focused on me. The intensity of his gaze turned me into liquid fire. I was burning for him. It felt like molten lava pumping through my veins.