He broke contact, staring at me. I was barely breathing and he seemed to be having the opposite reaction.
"You're naked under this," he said, more of a statement than a question.
I nodded. He skimmed his fingers down my neck, over the curve of my left breast, cupping it for a moment and causing my nipples to harden. Each part of me responded to his touch then ached for it as he moved lower. He released the sash. My tummy did a backflip as his gaze traveled down my body as if he was memorizing every inch. Then his lips followed the same path, his tongue tasting my skin.
"You're beautiful, Billie Marie. When I watched you eating that chocolate in that state of bliss, I kept thinking what you'd look like when I showed you real pleasure."
He looked at me with lust-laden eyes. "Spread these beautiful thighs, sunshine." The words, although sweet, had an unrelenting demand behind them. My body complied before my head even analyzed the statement. He penetrated me with his fingers in a slow, rhythmic way. I could not only feel but also hear my own slickness. I squirmed but he kept me in place. When he placed those fingers in his mouth and sucked them, I moaned.
He licked his lips. "Damn … I thought you'd taste good, but you're fucking delicious."
"Help yourself."
He leaned his forehead against mine. "I plan to."
He dropped to his knees on the floor. He grasped my ankle and pulled me toward him, hooking my legs over his shoulder.
I closed my eyes, grabbing a fistful of sheets.
"Sit up for me. I want to you watch what I do to you."
Again, I did what I'd been told. He kissed the inside of each thigh. I shrugged off my robe, and he flung it across the room. He cupped my ass, lifting me. He circled the area but fell just short of where I wanted those lips-teasing me with his mouth.
"Evan," I begged, fisting his hair.
"I'm gonna take care of you, Billie. I'm just getting acquainted."
"Evan, I want you inside of me."
He looked at me, his intense expression making me squirm harder. "New rule, baby. One I forgot to mention. I get to fuck you the way I want. And I really want to fuck you with my tongue, so that's just what I'm fixing to do. Are we clear?"
"Yes."
He blew warm breath against me, causing me to shake. Then he kissed me there, the same way he'd kissed my other lips. When he finally Frenched me, I almost lost it. Evan didn't do things fast … his actions, like his voice, were slow and sensual. One thing was for sure … Evan Wright spoke fluent cunnilingus. He'd go fast drawing me to a precipice, then slow suddenly, pressing his lips almost tenderly. I flattened my palm against the mattress, trying to keep my voice to an acceptable audible level, and failing. He peered up, his eyes locking with mine. His tongue strummed my clit. My legs shook in response. He sucked me, changing up the rhythm. He flicked me with that tongue. He even slurped. Then he hummed. He fucking hummed! The vibrations journeyed through my whole body. I lost myself in a moment that felt completely satisfying and … blissful. When I came out of that state, he stood before me with a square of gold foil in his hand … naked.
"You look really good in my bed, Billie Marie."
"I feel really good in your bed, Evan."
I drank in the image of his body in the dim lights of the room. His broad chest, muscular arms and that inverted triangle of hair that trailed down his ridges. There were no bones about it, he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen … well there was one bone about it and it was quite large. No doubts here … he was a stud, but where was his stud?
"Where's your piercing?"
The bed dipped with his weight. He set his glasses aside and pointed to his left eyebrow. "Here, but I took it out."
"I thought it was … "
He laughed, cutting off the statement. "I know exactly what you thought, Billie."
"Why did you let me think it then?"
His thumb rubbed across my bottom lip. "Because you thinking about my dick is a turn-on for me."
And me too, Evan … me too.
"Do you think I'm the kind of masochist that pierces his junk?"
"What kind of masochist are you?"
When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, raspy and rough. "The kind that can listen to the hot as hell girl next door play with herself while stringing out a decent version of Van Halen. You have no idea how difficult that was."
I opened my mouth but he covered it with his. He clasped each of my wrists and pulled me up onto his lap. I sank onto him, enjoying every inch of my descent. Wrapping my legs around him, I moaned my pleasure. He growled his.
He gripped my back, lowering me so he could take my nipple into his mouth. The way his tongue danced across my sensitive skin was too much. I dug my fingernails into shoulders. He pinched my nipple between his teeth, hard enough to make me gasp but not so hard that I didn't enjoy it. I held onto him, trying to move with grace, but it was clear Evan led us. He rolled his hips and lifted mine, directing our tempo. I raked my fingers across his back. Before I could register the movement I lay flat on my back, his weight against me. He curled my fingers over the scrolling metal of the headboard.
"Hold on," he grunted.
He sat back, keeping us connected. He kissed my each of my ankles before bending my legs at the knees. I'd never been in this position before. It was like some sort of awkward twister pose. But when he began thrusting, there was nothing awkward about it. I made new sounds I'd never heard. It was hard, feral and deep. I clasped his shoulder as he rocked us. The bed moved with us, squeaking with each pulse. A bead of sweat rolled down his chest until it landed on my waist. The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, covering his face in a golden glow, almost like a spotlight on a god. His hair, damp and disheveled, looked so sexy I arched myself to touch it. I pulled it until his face met mine. My lips crashed into his.
"I like it that you're loud."
"I'm usually not," I panted in a way that I thought was incoherent, but his smile told me he understood.
"I love it now." He grasped my ass, pulling me onto his lap.
Evan picked up the pace, his fucks like a torpedo … smooth, fast, unyielding. I gave into it, surrendering my whole body to waves of pleasure.
He pulled out of me, rolling off the condom. The sight of him rearing his head in the early morning light, stroking himself until he came on my breasts, was erotic and beautiful at the same time.
He placed a hand on either side of me, his hair messy, his eyes blazing, his breath heavy.
"You're too fucking beautiful to be real," he whispered.
He stood, taking the condom with him. I heard the faucet turn on in the bathroom. I flexed my hands. They hurt from holding the metal of the headboard. My knuckles were almost white, but it was worth it. When he came back he sat beside me with two warm, damp washcloths and a cold bottle of water. He handed me the water. I resisted the urge to sigh with gratitude when he cleaned me. I hadn't been expecting him to be tender and caring in this way. I almost wished he wasn't.
"I got carried away," he said.
"Wherever you went, you took me with you. It's a trip I want to take again and again."
He massaged my hands and kissed each of my palms. "Me too."
He stood, walking over to window, revealing the fine planes of his body. I was disappointed when he shut the blinds, abruptly cutting off my view. In the darkness, he lay next to me.
"Let the cuddling commence," he whispered, spooning me, my back against his chest.
I kissed his arm. "Good night, Evan."
"Good morning, Billie Marie."
Chapter Sixteen
It was late afternoon when I woke. I felt the absence of him immediately. It saddened me. Then I heard him shuffling around.
"Evan?"
"Hey," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He tucked a stray hair behind my ear. He was fully dressed. I did my best not to pout. "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm running out to do some errands but I'll be back before the bar opens."
"Oh, okay," I said, sitting up and stretching. "I'll get out of here."
He massaged my shoulder. "Sleep some more. We stayed up all night."
The idea of sleeping in his bed was too enticing to pass up. It smelled like him and me and the crazy sex we'd had. I nodded, content to stay in that realm between sleepy and satisfied. I blinked, trying to concentrate on his words and not the muscles of the arms that had held me all night. "Billie, before I forget, I wanted to ask you if Tilla told you about Frisky Frank."