Hidden Depths(37)

Scooting back on the already turned-down bed, she was tremendously gratified that he climbed in beside her. Her hands went to his sweatshirt, pulling it over his head until his hard, tanned chest was bare and then untying the drawstring of his sweatpants. His cock twitched as she slid those off too and she pushed him onto his back, climbing over him. “When you undressed in that bedroom at your father’s party that first time, I couldn’t believe how beautiful you were.”

He snorted. “Hardly.”

She ran her hand along his rock-hard stomach, feeling it clench as she gently prodded each defined muscle of one exquisite six-pack. “I was mesmerized. I knew I should tell you who I really was and feign embarrassment and back out, but I just couldn’t. I wanted you.” She clenched his cock, sliding along the smooth, hard hot surface. “I wanted this, inside me.”

“Yeah, well, you got it. In about two seconds flat is my recollection. I’m not sure I was at my best, I was so horny.” He untied the drawstring to her own loose sweatpants, three sizes too big and rolled up at the bottom. “And you were, you are, so incredibly lovely.”

“Am I?”

He slid her bottoms off, carefully, and then her T-shirt, looking at her naked body. “God, yes.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I want you so much I’m afraid I won’t—”

“Stop. Just take what you want.”

She lay back, opening her legs, and he touched her gently, rubbing her clit, sliding a finger up her wet pussy, swirling it inside before coming up on his side beside her. He leaned down and kissed her hip, her belly, the little tuft of hair that protected her clit, her mons no longer waxed and smooth. She didn’t even know why she had kept it waxed in her Stepford secretary days. It was as if it kept her in character somehow. She felt more like herself now. Whoever the hell that was.

Scooting down, he pushed her thighs wide open and his tongue lapped at her clit and the opening to her pussy, prompting a sigh as she sifted her fingers through his hair.

How could some men bring so much pleasure and others so much pain? Was this man even the same species as men like her uncle and his kind? It was hard to fathom.

She moaned and bucked her hips and he reared up quickly above her. “I would love to eat you out, all night as a matter of fact, but first I have to be inside you.”

Rolling off the bed, he went into the bathroom and came back quickly with a pack of condoms. “Thank God I had these left from last time I went chasing after you.”

Her eyes slid closed as she heard him rip a condom open and then he held himself above her, kissing her neck gently and whispering, “You sure this is okay?”

In response, she brought her hands to the hard planes of his ass and tugged him into her. As the pulsing, full length of his cock filled her, she blanked her mind of everything but this man. God, he felt so good inside her. She groaned.

Unlike the other times they had made love, so many months before, he didn’t give her his weight as he slid his cock in and then out of her. He held himself above her, in deference to her wound presumably. He had to, she knew, but she missed the feel of his slick, hot body flush against hers. And yet still, she felt as if he was made for her, so thick and hard and pleasurable in what he gave her.

Her hands wandered along his hard shoulders as she opened her thighs wider, tipped her hips up more, gave herself over to his slow, long thrusts, filling her and then that slow, pleasurable slide out again.

“Your pussy is drenched,” he muttered, his pace going a little faster, and she smiled.

“I think you have a little something to do with that.”

His half-smile stopped her heart. “Little?”

His thrust that time made her feel as if she couldn’t breathe. “Everything,” she amended as he reached one hand down to her clit, flicking lightly while his cock worked its magic.

“Oh,” she groaned, inarticulate with it as the pad of his middle finger rubbed lightly, perfectly.

“Harder? Or softer?”

“Perfect,” she murmured, not at all embarrassed to say it so plainly out loud. “Perfect. Are you going to try to make me talk dirty again?” she asked with a little laugh. “Because remember, I’m not that good at it.”

“You don’t have to talk, baby. You just…”

He ground his lips into hers, his tongue exploring and she came, letting it fill his mouth. But he kept thrusting, and when she came again, she wrenched her mouth away, determined to bring him with her, squeezing his very fine, very hard butt cheek as he thrust into her, and with a groan he came as well.





Chapter Six




“You were a great deal more controlled this time, Evan, than you were the last time we slept together. Been keeping your appetite in check these past few months, have you?”