Her orgasm hit with barely any warning, crashing through her with the force of a tidal wave.
As her body continued to shiver with pleasure that wasso exquisite it brought tears to her eyes, she felt Bryson move away.
“Where… where are you going?” Evie panted.
He returned a moment later with a condom between his fingers. He opened it and quickly rolled it on; then he moved her so that her head was at the foot of the bed. After climbing in next to her, he lay flat on his back, reached over, and captured her by the waist, then sat her in his lap.
“Evie, you are so fucking beautiful. You don’t even seem real,” he said. The raw emotion in his voice sent a shock of fiery need racing through her.
He lifted his head high enough to give each nipple a lick, then grabbed her hands and placed them on the rim of the sleigh bed’s footboard.
“You ready to ride me?” he asked, and Evie nearly came again.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded. Then she waited as Bryson gripped his erection and guided it inside of her.
She slowly lowered herself onto him, giving herself time to adjust to his size. Bryson’s forehead creased with single-minded concentration as he flattened his right palm to her midriff and gripped her waist with his left hand.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a low voice.
“Perfect,” Evie breathed just as she took all of him inside of her. She remained motionless for several moments before rocking forward, her fingers digging into the polished mahogany footboard. She tried to hold herself to a slow, even pace, but with every upward thrust of Bryson’s hips, her need became more urgent. A primitive longing snaked through her, driving her hunger to something Evie didn’t recognize.She had never felt this way before, this overwhelming demand to possess all of him.
“Bryson,” she gasped as she ground her hips against him. Another orgasm was building deep in her belly. Her thighs shook as the sensation began to roll over her, shooting streaks of hot pleasure throughout her body.
Before she had the chance to catch her breath, Bryson flipped them over and plunged deep. He pumped his hips with fevered thrusts that sent another violent orgasm coursing through her.
He caught her scream, taking her mouth in an erotic kiss as he drove harder and deeper.
Finally, with a strangled cry that tore out of him, Evie felt him let go. He climaxed with an agonizing gasp, as if he didn’t want to finish but could no longer hold on.
He collapsed onto his back and for several minutes they both just lay there, staring up at the ceiling.
“Did you think it would be this good?” Bryson asked.
Evie shook her head. “I figured it would be good, but not this good. Who would have thought it could bethisgood?”
“Okay,” he breathed. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t alone in this.”
He turned onto his side and gathered her against his chest. Evie tried to keep her eyes open, but she could feel herself drifting.
When she woke up, she was still resting against Bryson’s chest. She felt his fingers tracing along her jaw, down to her bare shoulder, and then back to her jaw.
“You’re awake?” His voice was velvety soft.
“How long was I asleep?” Evie asked.
“Only about nine hours or so?”
“What?” She sprang up. “What time is it?”
“Just after eight in the morning,” he said. “I’m due at the hospital by ten but couldn’t wake you.” His phone dinged with a text message. “That’s probably the hospital now,” Bryson said.
He reached over and grabbed his phone from the bedside table.
“Oh shit,” he said.
Evie’s body stiffened. “What’s wrong?”
“Shit!” Bryson looked over at her. “It’s from Odessa. She said a building inspector and real estate agent just left The Sanctuary. They said they were sent by Stanley Shepard’s grandson.”
