“Evie,” I growled her name.
“Shh, I’m starving but I think I want to savor my meal.”
I dropped my hands to my sides and let her have her way. The shirt was pushed open and then down my shoulders. The white tee I was wearing was slowly lifted up my torso. I lifted my arms, and when she reached as high as she could go, I took over and pulled it off, dropping the shirt onto the floor.
She licked her lips. “You are so right. This private dinner is so much better than a fancy restaurant.”
I smirked. “I agree.”
I reached for the buttons on her blouse and gave her the same slow, purposeful treatment until her blouse was in a heap with my own. She was wearing a pretty blue-satin bra. It cupped her breasts, lifting the milky globes high while squeezing them together. The cleavage was delectable.
“Pants,” she said, her voice a harsh whisper.
I lifted my arms, ready for her to do the honors. She eagerly obliged. The pants were pushed down until they fell around my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and kicked the pants to the side. Her own slacks soon joined mine. A simple blue thong that was the same satin as the bra greeted me. The woman was beautiful. Every inch of her smooth skin begged to be touched and kissed.
The kitchen was all wrong. While I would have loved to lay her out on my kitchen counter and feast upon her, I was looking for something a little more traditional. I wanted her in my bed. I wanted to ride her and watch her hair fan out around her as I pushed myself inside her over and over.
“I’m thinking we could have our meal upstairs.”
Her eyes twinkled. “I think I would like that. My knees are still recovering from the floor.”
I grabbed her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom. There was something to be said for being totally boring. A bed had its benefits. I was about to take advantage of each and every one of them.
Chapter 38
Evie
He was standing next to the bed, looking down at me like I was on the menu. My skin felt flushed under his gaze. I could practically feel his hands on me. I closed my eyes as a wave of passion washed over me, making me squirm on his bed.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he asked in a gruff voice.
I moaned, my lips parting as I reached up to cup my breast through my bra. “I am. I need you.”
His eyes focused on my hand. I gave him a show, squeezing and plumping my breast. I brought my other hand up to help.
“God damn, Evie. Do you know how sexy you are?”
“I want you inside me,” I told him with raw honesty.
“Not yet. You look too good.”
He dropped to his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My legs hung over, my feet dangling over the floor. He reached for my panties and started to pull them down my body.
With my position, I couldn’t quite lift my ass to make the removal of the damn things any easier. That didn’t stop him from getting them off. He yanked until my pretty blue thong shredded under his force.
I didn’t care. He was planting a trail of kisses up the inside of my thigh. I could think of nothing else except what he was doing to my body. When his mouth closed over my hot core, I felt like I had been struck by lightning. Heat flashed through my body. His tongue lapped over my folds, parting me until he was moving it inside me.
“Oh god,” I moaned. It was too much. I wanted more, and I wanted him to stop. I was going to die a million deaths if he didn’t stop. No, if he didn’t keep going.
My body writhed, shaking and jerking with every swipe of his tongue over my clit. He licked and suckled before scraping his teeth over the sensitive nub. I was convinced I would pass out from the pleasure. I couldn’t take anymore.
My body erupted into a glorious fountain of ecstasy. It seemed to last forever. His mouth kissed my belly, moving steadily upward until he released the front clasp of my bra. Then more kisses over each breast.
I felt like I was floating, hovering above the bed as he loved me with his mouth. He moved over me, holding his weight off me with his strong arms.
I reached up to cup his cheek. “That was incredible.”
“You are incredible. I think I’m addicted.”
An electric shock zapped me, causing me to shudder. “I don’t know if my body can survive anything like that again.”
“I certainly hope so because I’m going to need that on a regular basis. Don’t even think to deny me.”
I slowly moved my head back and forth. “Never.”
“Now, there’s another little something I need,” he whispered as he reached down to guide himself to my entrance.
I jerked, still sensitive. “I need you.”
“You have me. Every last fucking inch of me.”
He slowly moved inside me, both of us savoring every inch of the invasion. I closed my eyes once again and let my body do nothing but feel. I cleared my mind, focusing on his touch and the feeling of him moving deep inside my body.
“Like that,” I groaned. I reached up to run my hands over the corded muscles in his back. I slid them down his sides and gripped his ass, yanking him against me. “Just like that.”
“Damn, you make me feel so good,” he whispered. “I can’t get enough of you. I think about you—this—all the time. I get hard when I hear your voice over the phone. My body reacts to you like nothing I have ever known. You are dangerous.”
A slow smile spread across my lips. “I like to be dangerous. When I hear your voice, I get this little tingling sensation between my legs. Sometimes, I think about going into the bathroom and touching myself while I think about you.”
He grunted and jerked, and his erection grew bigger inside me. I gasped, the stretching triggering a new series of delicious sensations.
“Do you?” he growled. “Do you touch yourself when you think about me?”
I kissed him, sliding my tongue inside his mouth as my nails dug into the flesh stretched across his muscular torso. “Yes. When I’m lying in bed and missing you, I do it. I picture you over me, just like this.”
He released a loud roar, pounding inside me. “Do you get off?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Do you make yourself come while you’re thinking about me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, dragging the word out as he continued to rock back and forth. “Every time. Sometimes, I don’t even need to touch myself. I can close my eyes and think about you and it just happens.”
He was shaking. His body was wound so tightly, I worried he would fall apart. “I want you to do it for me. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
I shuddered. The very idea was unthinkable. It was too naughty. Too far outside my comfort zone. “Later. Right now, I have the real thing and that’s what I want.”
I couldn’t believe I had just promised to do that for him. I actually wanted to. I could feel how badly he wanted it and I wanted to give him that pleasure. He made me feel safe enough that I could do it without being embarrassed. I would do it for him.
“Fingers or a dildo?” he rasped.
“Fingers. What about you?”
“What. About. Me?” His breathing was coming hard and fast. I could feel him getting close to the edge.