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And this was one promise he was looking forward to keeping.
Chapter 9
She stared down at the finger he traced over her arm and realized she didn’t stand a chance. She wanted him already. Last night she’d all but begged him and he’d only teased her for a few minutes. If the look of determination on his face was any indication, she was in for one hell of a night.
Completely uncertain what he had in mind, she made the decision to go with it. Hell, she was sure she’d have fun eventually. So she shrugged one shoulder and said, “If that’s what you feel like you have to do, then I certainly can’t stop you.”
His face a study in concentration, his hand moved up to toy with a loose strand that had come out of the hair clip she was wearing. Leaning in, he brushed his lips gently against hers. Once, then twice, until their lips clung together.
She tilted her head slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, willing him to deepen the kiss. As if he could read her thoughts, she felt his teeth nip at her lower lip. She parted her lips beneath his, and felt his tongue sweep into her mouth, exploring. His hand reached up to take the clip out of her hair. She heard the clatter as it fell on to the tile floor.
A moment later their mouths broke apart as he pressed her back against the couch and stretched out next to her. Slipping her hands into his hair, she pulled his lips back to hers. He groaned into her mouth as his hand slipped up to cup her breast.
She arched her back, pressing herself into his palm. He ran his thumb across the tight peak, then gave it a light pinch. She hitched her leg up and around his waist with a moan. The hand that had been on her breast immediately moved to grip her ass. He pressed her forward, grinding his erection against her.
She realized she was now perched precariously on the edge of the couch and pulled away from his mouth. “Bedroom,” she said.
“Yeah,” he said, slightly out of breath.
They untangled themselves and moved into her bedroom. They stood at the end of the bed and quickly undressed one another. She let her hands roam over him, enjoying the feel of his muscles as they tensed under her fingertips.
Evan captured her hands in his and brought them to his lips. “Lie with me,” he said.
She crawled on to the bed and looked up at him, waiting for him to join her. He shook his head slightly and said, “Christ, you’re so beautiful.”
Not knowing what to say, she watched him climb on to the bed next to her. When she reached out to him, he moved over her. Capturing her wrists, he pinned them above her head as he took her mouth. In between kisses, he moved her hands up, wrapping them around the rungs of her metal headboard.
“Don’t move them unless I tell you to,” he said.
She nodded.
For what seemed like hours, the only thing he did was kiss her. He alternated between long, slow kisses and gentle nips at her lips until she was rolling her hips against him. By the time he finally started to work his way down her body, her desire was already at fever pitch. Or so she thought.
When he took one of her tight, swollen nipples in his mouth, she cried out, her hands clutching at his head. Immediately he released her and said, “Hands on the headboard, Princess. Move them again and I’ll tie you to it.”
On a helpless whimper, she moved her hands back up to the head board. She felt his five o’clock shadow grazing the underside of her breast and moaned. Her body felt like a live wire now. Each touch, each sensation brought her closer to the edge.
She watched him continue to work his way down her body. When she felt his breath against her aching pussy, she moaned lightly and rolled her hips. She desperately wanted his mouth on her, his fingers inside her, his cock buried in her. Anything.
When he sank his teeth into her upper thigh, her hands flew down to clutch the bedding as she cried out. It wasn’t until he had released her that she realized that she’d moved her hands. She let go of the bedding and moved her hands back up to the headboard.
Looking down at him, even in the dim light, she could see the gleam in his eye. She could feel the exhale of each word against her sensitized flesh as he quietly said, “We talked about this.”
She nodded, her breath caught in her throat.
He moved up her body to stretch out next to her. He said, “Obviously, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. I think you’ll enjoy this, though. Trust me?”
She studied his face. She was surprised to see how serious he looked, waiting for her to respond. Unable to communicate the thoughts running through her mind, she simply nodded.
He pressed his lips against hers and said, “Let me know if it’s too much.”
Again, she nodded.
He got up off the bed and poked around, looking for something suitable. She saw him walk toward the laundry basket. She’d done the wash this morning. He pulled one of the fishnets she’d worn last night from the top of the pile, then walked back toward her.
She watched him, unsure what to expect. Her breathing became more rapid as he crawled back on to the bed. Maybe, if it had been someone else, she could have said that she was frightened. Here and now, she acknowledged, it was pure arousal.
Cupping her face, he said, “Stop me if it’s too much.”
