Was he blind? She was panting, her nipples hard, her entire body quivering as she straddled him. She’d swear she could see a cloud of lust over them both. How the hell was he holding off?
Kenzie had always been more tentative in what few relationships she’d had, moving so slowly glaciers had no trouble keeping up—something Bryce had once teased.
But with Evan, she suddenly wanted to throw caution to the wind. “Will you kiss me?”
His eyes glazed over. “Kiss you?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Yes.” She scooted closer, settling herself right over his rock-hard erection. It was all she could do to hold in a moan at the feel of him against her. “Kiss me.”
“Damn it. I was trying so hard to be good,” he muttered then yanked her close and planted a doozy on her.
His lips devoured. This was no soft, gentle embrace but the desperation of a man in lust. And like called to like, because she couldn’t think of anything better than being surrounded by Evan Griffith.
She put her hands on his shoulders then snaked a hand down his chest, teasing at the waistline of his jeans. The touch of her hand against his warm abdomen did the trick because Evan groaned and changed the angle of his lips, sliding his tongue through her mouth and flooding her with need.
Everywhere.She squirmed over his cock, riding him as he slid his hands under her shirt to cup her breasts.
She gasped, loving the feel of his fingers stroking through her bra, finding the ridges of her nipples and gliding back and forth.
“Fuck,” he swore against her mouth. He pulled back, watching her ride him, frustrated by the clothing between them. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Evan.” She toyed with his hair, teasing the strands licking his nape.
He pulled her close to kiss her again, and then one of his hands moved, so slowly, but in the right direction.
Their kisses grew rougher, the desire richer. He unsnapped her jeans and parted them then pushed his hand under her panties. She raised her hips to allow him better access. Then his finger slid inside her, the intrusion shocking her into a ferocious need.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed, kissing his way down her neck. “You feel fuckingamazing.”
The thickness of his voice echoed the thickness of his cock, too hindered by clothing.
“I want you to come.” He found her mouth and slipped his tongue between her lips, mimicking the actions of his finger. When he added thumb strokes against her clit, she knew the end was closer than she might have expected.
Moaning, trying to get closer, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled. He put another finger inside her, thrusting faster.
And it hit. An explosion that rocked her body, world, brain, everything.
She cried out and kept coming, so hard, while he kissed his way to her ear, leaving love bites against her neck.
“So sexy. You’re drenching my fingers, Kenzie. Yeah, baby. That’s it.” His soft words made it worse and better, because he shifted his thumb and another spear of pleasure shook her.
He slowly removed his hand from between her legs and kissed her again.
Thankful, sated, and in shock, she kissed him back, wanting to eat him up.
He pulled back to stare at her.
Not sure what to expect, Kenzie eased at the warmth of his smile, which erased any possible awkwardness.
“Have I mentioned how pretty you are?”
She had to clear her throat to answer. “I believe you said ‘beautiful’ earlier.”
His smile deepened. “Well, you’re even prettier when you come.”
She couldn’t help it. She buried her head against his chest so he wouldn’t see her blushing. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“I can. You’re so hot. I knew you would be.”
