Hidden Depths(2)

He looked up, surprised apparently that she hadn’t followed orders. “Come on, babe. We’ll have more time for playing around later at the hotel. We’ll have all night. Now I want up your pussy. Right now.”

She suppressed a smile. Well, that was rather direct.

Sex was a perfectly normal facet of life. Guarded as she was, even she knew that. It happened all around her. The instinct for propagation of the species was very powerful, especially in the male half of the population, who never had to actually do the painful part of the propagating anyway, just the pleasurable part. And humans had long ago gotten around Mother Nature on that score in any case, sex having little to do with propagating for most people these days, as evidenced even now by this intense man’s politically correct donning of the appropriate attire for safe sex.

So sex was certainly nothing to be surprised by or dismayed at. Men tried to pick Andrea up all the time. And whether it was for dinner or drinks or a play, she knew that what they were really thinking about, what they really wanted was this, this moment, which was why she always cut them off at the pass. To keep from getting to this moment. She didn’t want it. Not for propagating or anything else. She never had. But suddenly she was here, with a man asking for what he really wanted, demanding it and expecting her to give it. No games, no sophisticated word play, just stripped-down desire, naked as he was.

Who would have known that would turn her on?

Of course it didn’t hurt that the man asking was gorgeous as sin.

“What?” Evan asked when, again, she didn’t obey.

She shook her head and her hand went to the side zipper under one arm of her dress, sliding it down, taking a deep breath, feeling as if she were another person. Not Perfect Miss Andrea Prentiss and certainly not that long-ago girl whose name she hesitated to say even in the privacy of her own head. Right at this moment she was yet another girl. Someone else entirely. The woman Evan Reynolds wanted, and wanted now.

The zipper of the dress went down smoothly and she stepped out of it, feeling more exposed than her modest underthings would suggest. She had never stripped in front of a man. Not voluntarily anyway.

He rewarded her with a smile, making her heart beat faster. “Look at you.” Her nipples peeked through the white silk of her bra and got even harder at his perusal. Her panties and thigh-high stockings were white too, her pink heels still on. Despite the demure façade, she had never felt so decadent.

He slipped one arm around her waist, the other pulling down a bra strap to bare her breast, and then he tongued the tip of it, sucking on the nub until it was wet and throbbing. Oh God that felt unbelievable, weakening her knees, the sensation was so strong. He did the same to her other breast while she let out slight, almost stifled groans, her hands on his broad, naked shoulders where his skin was hot to the touch.

He pushed her back onto the bed abruptly and then climbed over her, ripping her panties off as he did, the jerk of it causing her to shudder with pleasure. He flung them to the floor and kneed her thighs open, looking down while he ran a careful hand between her legs where she could feel she was wet. His hands were big, with long fingers roughened from the manual labor she knew that he, unlike anyone else in his family, reveled in. It was so intense she closed her eyes, embarrassed by his perusal. But just as she was savoring the light touch between her legs, so different from her own, he pulled his hand away and without further ado or warning shoved his erection almost all the way inside her in one hard thrust. She should have expected it, given the circumstances, but the unfamiliar flood of sensation as he fondled her had made her slow on the uptake and she hadn’t. She gasped, her eyes snapping open and her palms shooting up to his shoulders, not to push him off so much as to halt him from any further sudden moves.

“Christ, you’re incredibly tight,” he muttered, his green eyes narrowed and intense as he watched her. His eyelashes were long and dark and she could see the strain in his expression before he buried his face in her neck, nuzzling her. He was staying still as she got used to the feel of him, huge inside her.

“It’s been a long time,” she admitted, even as she was relaxing underneath him, his cock sliding a little deeper as he groaned.

It had been a long time and she had never felt this. This full, throbbing, pleasurable possession.

“You’re not a regular?” he whispered in her ear.

She could barely decipher words at this moment, let alone think to weigh them. “A regular what?”

Her legs parted farther and she kissed his cheek, loving the salty, hot taste of him, a little rough against her tongue from an incipient five o’clock shadow.