Bryson straightened himself behind the wheel and startedthe Jeep. “The dog sitter ain’t the only one getting some relief tonight,” he said.
Evie threw her head back and laughed. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Cameron walking down the driveway.
Bryson pulled onto the street, and Evie laughed even harder.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
As they waited for the first traffic light, Bryson paid the dog sitter through the app he’d used to hire her. At the next light, he sent a text telling her he was almost home and that she could leave. By the time he and Evie arrived at his condo, they found both Bella and Waffles sleeping peacefully in their respective dog beds. Waffles awoke and ran to Evie for a head scratch. Bella lifted her head, looked at the other occupants in the room, then tucked her head under her blanket and went back to sleep.
“I hope he doesn’t need a W-A-L-K,” Evie said.
Bryson turned his phone to her. “The sitter took them both for a W-A-L-K just before she left. Bella and Waffles will be fine until morning. I, however, will lose my mind if you remain in that red dress a minute longer.”
“Impatient much?” Evie laughed. She took him by the arm and tugged him toward his bedroom. Once there, sheturned her back to him and swept her thick, natural curls to the side. “Unzip me.”
“With pleasure,” Bryson said, exposing her light brown flesh as he pulled the zipper down to the small of her back. He unhooked her bra and pushed the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. It slithered onto the floor like a ruby-red waterfall.
She turned to face him and that feeling of disbelief he’d experienced from the very first time he’d taken her to bed swirled through his head. He wasn’t sure he would ever get used to being like this with the woman he’d dreamed about for so long. But he sure as hell would have a good time trying.
“This is a really nice tux,” Evie said. “But it would look even better over on that chair.”
“With”—Bryson tugged the tie at his neck—“pleasure.”
She sat on the edge of his bed in black lace panties that matched the bra tangled up in her dress on the floor. Evie braced her arms on either side of her, stretched her legs out, and crossed them at the ankles. She stared at him as if he was performing a striptease for her.
“If you start humming stripper music, I’m putting you out,” Bryson said. It was a bald-faced lie, but still.
She threw her head back with a laugh.
“I’d never considered doing such a thing, but now that you’ve put it in my head.”
“Don’t do it, Ev,” he warned.
“Just get naked and come over here,” she said.
Bryson toed his shoes off as he unbuttoned his shirt, then took off his pants. He scooped up Evie’s dress and carried everything to the chair in the corner, adding his socks and underwear to the pile.
His sister-in-law would knock him upside the head if she knew how he was handling the tux she’d picked out, but he didn’t give a damn about the threads at the moment. The anticipation of climbing into bed with Evie trumped everything.
When he turned, Evie said, “Someone’s excited.”
Bryson looked down at his erection and then back up at her.
“Not because of that.” Evie laughed. “Although that is rather telling. I’m talking about the way you tossed your clothes. You’re so particular with everything you do.”
“I have been called a perfectionist in the past,” Bryson said, stalking toward the bed. “That works in your favor when it comes to what I’m about to do.”
He held a hand out to her and she placed her right hand in his. Bryson tugged her up from the bed and took her mouth in a slow, delicious kiss. His skin burned with the need to feel her against him, so he pulled her close, until her body was flush against his. The sensation of her nipples pressing into his chest was almost more than he could withstand. Almost.
“I will never get over the fact that I finally have you to myself,” Bryson said. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and nearly lost his mind at how good she tasted. “Eight years is a long time, Ev.”
“Well, you don’t have to wait any longer, so why are we not in bed?”
He grinned, then pulled her with him to the bed. Bryson’s heart jumped into his throat as he stared down at the woman who’d invaded his dreams too many times to count. She was no longer a fantasy; she was here, warm and willing and everything he had ever hoped she would be.
He used his legs to part hers and eased himself inside her. She felt like heaven. Pure heaven.
He began to move with a slow, steady rhythm he knew he wouldn’t be able to sustain, not when every fiber in his body was yearning to go faster and deeper and harder.
