Hidden Depths(36)

“Paying up?” he muttered.

She froze. “What?”

Clapping his hands over hers on his cock, he forced her to slide them up and down the length. “Do you think you owe me this?”

She jerked on his throbbing cock, hard, and his ass slid a little farther forward on the couch.

“What if I did?” she taunted.

He leaned his head back against the cushions. “I’d feel like a shit.”

“But you’d still want it, wouldn’t you?” Batting his hands away, she took over completely, dipping her thumb in the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his very fine, very hard cock and spreading it over the thick head, leaning down unthinkingly to kiss it. He gasped and his hands fisted at his sides. He wasn’t even touching her, she realized, but she was more turned-on than she had ever been.

“What were you dreaming about?” he got out in a tight voice.

“This,” she teased.

He shook his head. “Like hell. You were scared.”

Completely untutored, she opened her mouth and took as much of him in as she could, though it wasn’t even half. He tasted salty and hot and wanting.

As he groaned, his glittering green eyes hooded, she kissed the head of his cock, preparing to take him deep again, and he asked, “Do you think I helped you because this was all I wanted?”

When she would have engulfed him again, he pulled away and stood up. Her mouth felt puffy and swollen from the girth of him and she asked the most logical question given her circumstances. “Was I doing it wrong?”

He stared down at her. “Fuck. Who the hell are you?” he muttered. “You’ve never given head?”

Rising to her feet, she reached for the sweatpants and he yanked them away. “You haven’t, have you?”

“So what? So what does that prove?”

He shook his head. “Hell if I know.”

“So teach me.”

“I’m taking care of you, Andrea!” he said hotly. “Not grooming you to be some kind of a sexual slave or something.”

She smiled, not able to help herself.

“What?” he snapped.

“Nothing.” She held out her hand for her sweats and he handed them over this time. “It’s sweet,” she murmured, pulling them on.

“Fuck you.”

“Promises, promises.” She headed for the circular stairway. “I’m making dinner tonight.”

She’d get back to the seduction when they both had a full stomach.

* * * * *

That night, though, Evan tried to throw her off early on.

He changed into baggy sweatpants in the bathroom—that was nothing new—but then when he came out he casually mentioned that he would be sleeping in the guest room.

He couched it in a lot of concern over her stitches and whatnot, but she knew it was just because he was finally admitting to himself that he was frustrated sleeping next to her, or next to a woman’s body anyway, and not being able to use it. Maybe that was all she was to him. A woman’s body. She didn’t know what he was to her, but she knew how she felt. She had slept next to him these past few nights, cuddled in his arms, and awoken to the feel of his powerful erection against her bottom. She had savored the hot excitement of his hard cock in her mouth this afternoon, however briefly. She wanted him and she was frustrated too.

Especially since there was no need for either of them to be.

It was pitch black outside as Evan made his noise about heading off to the guest room. Shaking her head, she pulled his head down to her and kissed him, long and slow, licking his lips, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. He kissed her back, so she supposed that was some kind of progress, but he held himself in check too. Despite that she could feel the evidence of his enthusiasm hard against her stomach, he pulled back, unwinding her arms from his neck. “Good night, Andrea.”

“Stay with me,” she whispered. “Really stay with me.”

“Why?”

“Because we both want you to.”

He hesitated. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“I’m the one who showed up shipwrecked on your shores and barged into your life. I think I’m the one taking advantage of you.”

He smiled. “I don’t mind.”

“Then make love to me.”

He ran his thumb along her lower lip, causing her to shiver. “I don’t suppose there’s any use in pretending I’m not dying to.”

She nipped his thumb. “Good. That settles it. Because I’m getting cold.” Backing toward the bed, she pulled him with her.

“But you’re hurt, Andrea. Maybe not thinking straight.”

“Believe me, I always think straight. And I’m strong, Evan. Stronger than you could imagine. I want you. You know I do. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.” That last part just slipped out, but it was true and he didn’t make a big deal about it, so she hurried on. “You won’t hurt me. You’ll be careful. I know you will.”