“I expect a tour of the house when we’re done,” Bryson said against her lips. “But right now the only room I’m concerned about seeing is your bedroom.”
“Finally,” Evie said. “Follow me.”
She took him by the hand and led him through the living room and to the hallway leading to the back of the house, kicking Waffles’s plush toys along the way. For the briefest moment, Evie considered turning left into the guest room, but she refused to allow the memory of Cameron with that nurse to pollute the sanctity of her bedroom any longer. It was time to banish that memory and create new ones.
She and Bryson stood at the foot of the bed and began to undress with a leisure that was both sexy and frustrating. After divesting himself of his pants and sweater, he brought them to the reading chair in the corner and hung them neatly across the arm.
Evie rolled her eyes. Still a stickler for everything being in its proper place.
He walked back to her in a pair of navy-blue boxer briefs that fit him like they had been made exclusively for his body. Perfection. Sheer fucking perfection.
He had always been attractive, but the sight of his lean, contoured muscles, smooth dark brown skin, and those indentions at his waist made it hard for her to remain standing. She kicked the clothes she’d just taken off to the side and put her hands on her hips.
“So,” Evie said. “Are we doing this?”
Bryson motioned to her with his chin. “You’re wearing more clothes than I am.”
Evie looked down at her bra and underwear. She would never forgive herself for not putting on a matching pair, but she’d had no idea this was going to happen when she dressed this morning.
She reached behind her and released the single hook at the center of her back, then let the soft blue cotton bra fall fromher shoulders and down her arm. She released the sigh of relief that was automatic whenever she took off her bra, but it was drowned out by Bryson’s groan. His eyelids slid closed and his Adam’s apple flexed with his deep swallow.
“Do you have any idea how many times I have pictured you naked in my mind over the years?” he asked.
“A thousand?”
He opened his eyes and shot her an incredulous look. “In eight years, Ev? Do I look like a monk?” He huffed. “Multiply that by ten and it’s probably still not high enough.”
“Well,” she said, closing the distance between them and hooking her arms around his neck. “You don’t have to just picture it in your head any longer. I’m right here and I would very much appreciate it if you would take those off and get in this bed with me.”
The grin that lifted the corner of his mouth was too sexy for words. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down his legs.
Evie peered down between them and sucked in a breath.
“Enough looking,” Bryson said.
He clamped his hands on her waist and pulled her with him to the side of the bed, picking her up and setting her on the mattress. Evie pulled her very unsexy cotton briefs off and tossed them on the floor with the rest of her discarded clothes.
“There are condoms in the nightstand,” she said.
Bryson stood up straight, that incredulous frown once again creasing his forehead.
“Do you really think I would use Cameron Broussard’s leftover condoms?”
Evie burst out laughing. “No, I guess you wouldn’t want to do that.”
“We’re not at the condom stage yet anyway,” Bryson said. He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her toward him.
Evie’s back hit the mattress with a soft thud. She peered up at him with half-closed eyes as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her right ankle, then the left one. He advanced up her legs, placing gentle kisses on her calves, behind her knees, then up her inner thighs, giving each leg equal attention.
When his head lowered over her center, a sound Evie had never heard before escaped her throat. Her breaths came out in thin pants as pleasure and desire collided in her chest. She buried the back of her head into the mattress and pumped her hips in rhythm to every slow, sensuous lick Bryson plied her with.
Need ignited low in her belly, and all she could think about was how much she wanted this. How much she wantedhim. How long had she fought the memory of his kiss and the joy he made her feel with a simple smile? No matter how much she’d tried to erase him from her mind, he had always been there.
Evie cried out as he pulled her sensitive flesh between his lips and sucked hard.
“Don’t do this, Bryson. Don’t make me come like this. I want you inside me.”
He didn’t listen. Instead, he elevated his sensual play, adding two fingers that toyed with her opening before slipping inside. Evie brought her hands to her breasts and squeezed them. Sensations assaulted her from so many areas of her body that she didn’t know where to focus.
