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jail.”
Grumbling under her breath, she climbed onto the thickly made-up bed. The cool satin covering the
down comforter sunk beneath her weight, and she turned to collapse in the cloudlike pillows. Sweet
heaven, this bed was so much more comfortable than the one she’d bought.
Her hips lifted as he drew back the coverlet and tucked her legs under the pressed linens. This was a
bed made for sleeping—among other things. Her eyes drooped heavily as he switched off the bedside
lamp.
Leaning over, his dark eyes creased. “Not tired, my ass,” he said as he kissed her good night.
“Are you going to be working?” She sounded groggy, but she still wanted to make love.
“For a bit. I have to finish up some things I left behind. Seth’s coming by to drop off some papers
on this deal we’re hoping to close soon, and then I’ll be in.”
“Wake me up when you come in.” Her eyes closed and she sighed.
The weight of his fingertip traced her brow, dragging down the arc of her nose and to the curve of
her lip. “I decide. You sleep. I love you.”
Bossy. “Love you too,” she mumbled as her mind clouded with dreamlike images that made no
sense and she let go.
Chapter 15
The Beauty of Abandon
It was a feather tickling her cheek, enough to rouse her from a deep slumber. Evelyn’s mind
pixilated until under the dark cloak of night, a vision formed in her head, paralleled by the caress
teasing her awake. Heavy limbs folded over her and she sighed, arching into a diminutive stretch,
purring like a cat begging to be stroked.
That was what he did to her, made her a feline of sorts, proper and proud, but deep down a slut for
his touch. She didn’t care. Every trace of his finger and touch of his tongue was like being anointed
with something sacred she’d never known before him.
Her life was compiled in seasons. There were warm months and cold, but nothing took relevant
shape until she’d met him. He made everything matter. He made her matter.
The heat of his mouth pressed into her sleepy smile. “Mmm, I want you.” His gravelly confession
warmed her limbs as heat seeped down through her belly and coiled in the depths of her where
everything feminine waited, just for him.
The blanket pulled away and she stretched beneath him, extending her arms to the pillows as he
worked each little button of her shirt. Cool air bit into her flesh like a minnow’s kiss, tightening. His chest rasped over her soft breasts, beading her nipples another degree.
Breath moistened her skin above her shoulder in the curve of her neck, and the press of his nose to
her throat was a vow of unspoken need. The hard, silken weight of his arousal rested upon her hip,
leaving damp little kisses over her soft skin. Hands contoured her ribs, cupped her breasts and traveled lower still to brace her curves.
As his bulk slid lower, her need ratcheted. Stretching and undulating slowly like a cast spell coming
to life, she twisted with desire. Fingers tightened over the protrusion of her hips, and breath ruffled the dusting of hair at her apex. Shades of purple filtered through her lashes, but she kept her eyes closed.
His knees locked over her legs, pressing her thighs tight like a mermaid’s tail, forbidding access to
where she wanted him most. Then, like a slow lick of fire, he found her most sensitive spot and flicked his tongue slowly over her bud. She moaned and her body pressed into his kiss, but his strength set her deep in the bedding.
Slow traces of his tongue eased her clit out of hiding, and soon his lips closed over her. Her thighs
brushed with little movements as he restrained her legs and tortured her slowly. It was enough to make
her come, but the release was precise. A throbbing linked to her heartbeat pulsed low in her belly, a
slight quivering beneath his lips.
She trembled as he kissed her swollen bud, prolonging the gentle, rhythmic burst of pleasure.
Sighing, she tried to turn out of his grip, wanting to repay the favor of being woken so splendidly.
“Stay.”
Her motions halted as her chest rose and fell with breathless desire. “I want you,” she whispered
into the dark.
“Shh. I’ll give you everything you want.”
His fingers curved around her inner thigh, slowly drawing her legs apart. Warm, openmouthed
kisses anointed the soft flesh from her pelvis to the underside of her knee. The other leg was treated
much the same; again and again, slow torturous kisses drew her senses out to play.
Her lips parted as her sex was bathed in her own arousal. Finally, his heated breath cooled her damp
folds. Licks traced every crevice, but his tongue never entered her sex. She felt hollow without him
there. He was her missing piece. His mouth sucked at her flesh and pressed her thighs wide.
“You’re so beautiful here. So pink and perfect.”
His tongue rimmed her opening, and he growled. The weight of his finger was a welcome intrusion.
