A Wifey for the Bad Boy(52)

“They’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful, Zoe.”

“Thank you.”

I couldn’t stand it. I hated the way I felt. A part of me felt ready to climb him like a tree and fuck him until I couldn’t move, but the other docile and shy side wanted to wait. I was afraid of rushing in and getting my heart broken again. I wasn’t a one-night stand kind of woman. I might have been young, but I knew what I didn’t want. I was the type of woman who wanted it all.

Sliding my panties down my shapely thighs I couldn’t ignore the burn of his stare. He looked at me like I was the best thing in the world. His eyes devoured my body and his cock jumped when I stood bare before him.

“Perfect. You are all woman, Zoe Moore.” The reverence in his tone startled me.

Evan held out his hand and I took it. He led me up the two small stone steps, and I climbed into the hot water. As soon as I sunk into the water all the fear went away. I leaned my head back and sighed as my body relaxed for the first time. The scent of lavender filled my senses, and I became weightless.

Evan climbed in next to me and sat back. He let out a breath when he leaned back. I cracked my eye open and looked at him. His relaxation seemed to resemble mine. It was as a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

I laid my head on his shoulder and I felt his lips on my hair. “This is nice,” he said, and I nodded.

“Haven’t you used the services you provide?”

“Nah, never thought I would, but I’m glad I brought you.” He tipped my head back and kissed me softly. “I love you, Zoe. I know you just broke up with your boyfriend, and I know I’m much older, but I was hoping you would consider me. I’d treat you the way you deserve.”

I brought one hand to his cheek and smiled. “I know you would, and I don’t care about how old you are. To me you’re not even old. What about my dad though?”

He chuckled. “Your dad probably knows, darlin’. I haven’t done anything to hide how I feel for you. Over the last couple of years he has noticed how I stare a little too much, or that I ask about you frequently. I’m not ashamed. You’re an adult.”

“I didn’t know that. Dad never really said anything to me. He isn’t around much, and he certainly doesn’t like to chat on the phone. Sometimes I think he loves those damn dogs more than me.”

“I don’t think he knows how to deal with you. But let’s not talk about him now. I want you to think about it though. Be with me.”

“I will.” I knew I wanted him, but it sounded too good to be true. I know he’d treat me like a princess. I wouldn’t have to worry about him hurting me. There was something so honest about Evan. He had a heart of gold. I was more worried that I’d end up hurting him, and I wouldn’t even do it on purpose. As much as I didn’t care how old he was, there was still a good difference in our ages.

I felt his hand on my breast and sucked in a breath. He moved his hands experimentally on my body, as if testing to see how far I’d allow him to go. When he slid his hand down further, I spread my legs. He ran his finger over my clit and I shuddered. In the water he couldn’t tell how wet I was, but then he pushed my legs even further apart and rubbed circles along my flesh. I bit my lip and let my head fall back. Then he kissed my neck and turned my head towards him. I kept my eyes shut and when he kissed me I cried out into his mouth. His finger slid inside of my tightness and I clenched around him. I convulsed and shook as he thrust his finger gently in and out, working me up towards my release. He didn’t stop even when I ripped my mouth from his and let out a gusty groan. My hips jerked and rose to meet each thrust wishing it was him inside of me. When my climax hit, I would have screamed, but Evan covered my mouth with his lips, eating the sounds, and held me close as I withered.

“It’s all right, Zoe. Let it out.” He pulled his finger out and then something inside of me snapped.

I climbed on his lap and ground against his erection. I grabbed his face and kissed him as I rocked against him, begging him to enter me. He covered my hands with his own and pulled them back. When I pulled away from him his eyes shined with a lust so deep. “I don’t want you to regret anything, darlin’.”

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t ever regret being with you, Evan.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I am. Please.” Then to make sure he knew I was serious I swiveled my hips and he could feel how much I wanted him, even in the water.

I lifted on my knees, and then I slid slowly down his shaft. He was wide and big and my eyes widened as I took him all the way. When I felt him hit the back I gulped. He stretched me to the point of pain, and as he held still, waiting for me to take the lead, I adjusted my tightness to him. Once I could move and not grimace, I rode him slowly. I rocked against him and he thrust up deeply into me. The sounds coming from my lips were unrecognizable. Evan’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close.