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His lips ghost over my skin in a light caress, setting off little sparks of electricity. A shiver works its way down my body, settling somewhere low in my belly.
His possessiveness shouldn't be such a turn-on, and logically, I do understand that. But I can't help the way my body reacts when he touches me with such reverence. Or the way my mind plays with me when he murmurs dirty words in my ear.
I tilt my neck to the side to give him better access. “I guess I'll have to settle for the real thing then, yeah?”
He runs his nose along the line of my throat. “You can have the real thing anytime you need it.”
My breath catches when he scrapes his teeth along my collarbone. “What if I want it right now?”
He looks up at me, his lashes dark and long, framing his mossy green eyes perfectly. “You want me, baby? You got me. Just say the word.”
I hesitate for only a moment before nodding. His lips curl into a satisfied smirk, like he knew that's what I was going to say. As if he knew that I wanted him. I mean, it's not a secret. But I don't know how I feel about being a foregone conclusion either.
But that's something to ponder later, when I don't have Nova's lips and hands on me.
I tip my head back and let my eyes close, feeling the hard length of him beneath me. The warm air presses against every other part of my body, and it feels comforting in a way. Sweat starts to bead along the back of my neck, and I breathe into the heat.
I feel his fingers tugging on the straps of my tank top, letting them slip off my shoulders to drape against my inner elbows. The fabric droops, exposing the generous curve of my tits.
He hums appreciatively as his gaze roams over every inch of exposed skin. I can feel it, like a heated caress.
“God, you're fucking perfect, Evangeline,” he breathes as his hands cup my breasts.
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EVANGELINE
I can't even appreciatehis compliment because his fingers are circling around my nipple, and it's too distracting. The cotton fabric is so thin, it might as well not even exist. I arch into his touch, urging him on. He reads me instantly, his fingers toying with me and sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
He captures my mouth in a passionate kiss as he continues to play with my nipples, tugging and rolling them between his fingers until they're tight peaks, begging for more attention. His tongue finds mine, and we reacquaint ourselves like it's been months since we've seen each other and not hours. I lose myself in him, embracing the way he makes me feel desired and in control.
“Are you sure no one is home?” I force myself to ask once more even though I'm the one that told him we had an empty house. And it should remain empty for several more hours.
He stands up, taking me with him. “Let's head up to my room. Where there isn't a glass door.”
I wiggle my hips in a silent request to let me down. Except it backfires dramatically when all it does is rub my pussy against his hard cock through our thin layers of clothing.
We groan in unison.
“Fuck me,” Nova grunts. His grip on my waist slips down to hold my hips. He tightens his hold, tilting and dragging me over the length of his cock.
“Jesus.” The plea comes out in a hushed whisper when my eyes slam closed at the euphoric feeling.
He thrusts his hips up to meet me at the same time I rock into him. I clench my thighs around him, desperately trying to keep him in place. He makes this low noise of approval in the back of his throat, his hands slipping down to palm my ass.
“C'mon, baby, let's go before I forget all the reasons it'd be bad to fuck you in the sauna,” he rasps against my neck.
He takes a step forward and sets me back on my feet. His hands linger on my ass, rounding the curve and slipping his fingertips underneath the hem of my shorts. He drags his touch along the swell of my asscheek toward my pussy, groaning as he feels my arousal.
It's the thing that breaks the little thread of my restraint. I don't want to wait until we're upstairs in his room—or mine. And yeah, maybe I do enjoy the idea of Silas seeing glimpses of what I'm about to do on the camera footage if he reviews it.
“Fuck it,” I murmur.
And then I sink to my knees.
He looks almost drunk with lust, eyes halfway closed and swaying toward me. I hold his gaze as I curl my fingers around the waistband of his shorts. I take my time, running my hands along the length of his toned thighs as I inch them down.
“I want you to have your fun, baby, I really do. But you have to know that you're torturing me,” he says with a groan.
