He knelt over her, absorbing everything from her fluttering pulse to the blush covering her cheeks, as well as the rose-colored nipples standing firm.
Evan couldn’t stop himself from kissing her, just a soft press of his lips over hers, catching her sigh of pleasure. Then he moved lower, wanting to taste those nipples, to suck and indulge.
He cupped one breast while he kissed the other, gratified by her gasp and the way she tugged at his head, pulling him closer.
“Oh, yes. Yes.” She writhed, arching her hips, and he knew she’d be wet, ready. Wanting him.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered then kissed the other breast, loving how much she shared with him. She was so open in her responses.
Evan kept moving down, kissing his way past her ribs and belly toward the musky heat of her. “This would have been too hard to do in the Lexus,” he teased, taken with her heavy-lidded stare.
“Evan, I want you inside me.”
The words he’d been dying to hear.
“Not yet.” He’d rushed both times before, lost to his lust when he should have been focused on her. “Spread wide for me, baby.”
He parted her legs with her help then leaned in and kissed her there, taking the hard nub into his mouth as he licked up her sweet need.
She cried out, and he moaned, lost in her, a perfect harmony of sound. He slid his fingers along her folds, toying with parting her, then slowly slid his finger into her while he sucked and teethed the taut bud.
“Oh God. God, Evan. Please.” She tugged his shoulders, but he refused to be rushed.
Kenzie deserved to be worshipped, loved, and he wanted her to feel it all.
He continued to kiss her, riding her clit with his tongue, his fingers buried deep in her body.
Her gyrations moved them faster, and he felt himself unable to resist pumping his hips, his body knowing what it wanted, as he drove his mouth against her.
When she screamed and jerked against him, he licked up her cream, gentling his strokes, in love and in lust and ready to show her.
Evan moved back and stood, taken by the woman who’d manage to make him fall in love all over again. She looked like a goddess, sated and lush on the bed.
His bed.
His woman.
He slid the shirt off his shoulders, pleased when she stared at him.
“God, Evan. I can’t move.”
He smiled. “That’s not all.”
“Oh, there’s more?” She eased up on her elbows, thrusting her breasts forward, and he wanted to fall on her, fuck her hard and fast, and fill her up.
So he deliberately slowed himself, unbuttoning and unzipping his fly and easing his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy. She stared at it, her eyes narrowed, and parted her lips.
The urge to fuck her mouth hit him hard, and he had to stop for a moment and get a grip on his discipline.
“You were right. Youarehung.” She winked at him. “I bet you’ll feel even better inside me tonight.”
“Stop talking, woman,” he rasped. “I’m trying to make this last.”
She nodded. “Okay.” Then she eased onto her back and stretched out, her body beckoning his.
He kicked his jeans free and joined her on the bed, and the feel of her body against his was like heaven.
“Oh, you’re warm. And solid.” She stroked his shoulders, her breasts pressed against his chest. She parted her legs, splaying them wide. “I want you in me.”
