"Oh my God," I moaned, covering my face. "You can't be serious."
"Who's the teacher here?" he reminded me. And then he slid all the way down, so his hot breath was between my legs, and his hands were on my thighs. I gasped, trying to move away but he held me in place, keeping my dress up and out of the way and bracing my thighs wide. His blue eyes flicked to my flaming face. "Sit, Evelyn."
I groaned, settling my hands over his on my legs. "Benjamin I ca—hah!" He interrupted my protest by lifting his mouth and licking right over my clit.
"Sit the fuck down," he ordered.
That had felt so good, it was hard to argue. I lowered myself tentatively, but then Benjamin yanked me all the way down. Suddenly his tongue was on me, probing deep into my center and swirling in a way that stole my breath immediately. A riot of sensations took over my sanity, stealing any embarrassment I might have felt. His clever tongue that had teased my mouth wasnow doing impossibly delicious things to my pussy, sliding from my empty center to my throbbing clit. He applied pressure there to the bundle of nerves that screamed for more, and then back down to where I longed to be filled. He pressed me down harder on his face, filling me with his tongue and causing an explosion of gratifying pleasure.
I moaned, letting my head fall back and beginning to rock my hips in a rhythm. Benjamin encouraged it, moving in tandem with my thrusts and alternately filling me with his tongue and then swirling over my clit. He focused on this pattern, swirling, filling, hinting at how gratifying it would be to have his dick slamming into my pussy, and then moving to my clit to crank me closer to an orgasm. He kept me at a delicately balanced precipice, filling and satisfying and then working the bundle of nerves with smooth, glorious pressure.
I rode him shamelessly. Panting, moaning, begging. My stomach tightened, my eyes closed and my breath quivering. He stayed on my clit a little longer, circling it and then working it with the flat of his tongue like he had with his fingers. My center was tightening, climbing to an orgasm so fast, I didn't have time to catch my breath. I didn't know if Benjamin was breathing or not. I didn't care. I pulsed my hips, desperate for the release he was coaxing from my body.
Just as I reached the pinnacle of my need, my breath coming out in gusting moans and my thighs trembling, Benjamin grabbed my hips and jammed me down, sucking my clit deep into his mouth the same way he'd done to my neck. I gasped, my eyes flying open and my entire body snapping tight. He sucked, and my core shattered, pulsing and breaking and sending a ripple of sweet satisfaction from my center all the way down my thighs to my toes. I cried out, losing strength in my upper body and bending forward as my orgasm ripped through me with impossible strength. I had to steady myself on my thighs,over Benjamin's hands, my back bowed forward and my head hanging.
Benjamin released me, licking softly along the sides of my sensitive, thrumming clit, and then kissing my inner thighs. I breathed hard, still pulsing gently and letting my eyes flutter closed again. Words escaped me. My brain was empty, my body limp.
He managed to sit up again, adjusting me so I lay against him with my forehead on his shoulder and my heaving, boneless torso snuggled against his warm chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, kissing my temple. "God, you're a vision. Watching you come undone has to be in my top ten best mental reels, Evie."
"I'm surprised you're alive," I grated out. "I suffocated you."
He laughed, rubbing my back. "You weren't on my face long enough to suffocate me. We need to work on your endurance."
I lifted my head, and little drying curls fluffed around my face as I did. I glared. "You will not be prolonging that torture."
"Oh, I will," he grinned crookedly. And then he kissed me, and I tasted the salty, faintly floral mixture of my own arousal and my favorite soap on his lips. "But not right now."
I wiggled on his lap, feeling his erection under me. "No?"
He shook his head, smiling faintly. "No."
My eyebrows coasted together. "Why not? I thought you were teaching me to like sex."
His blue eyes glinted dangerously. "I don't want you tolikesex. I want you to beg for it."
Chapter Seventeen
FROST
When we were both dry and dressed again, we sat at Evie's dining room table to scrape venom off the glass plates. It came off in a powder, and using a razor blade against the smooth glass surface, we scraped the powder into labeled vials that Evie could sell to Wells. Evie had put on a pair of leggings and a comfortable sweater that looked hand-knitted, and I wore joggers and a soft T-shirt. She had curled up her legs in her chair and was concentrating on the plate while she scraped, her long, honey-colored hair wavy and wispy around her face.
I was, I realized, completely smitten with her. I wasn't surewhenit had happened precisely, but there was no denying it anymore. She was irresistible. I paused what I was doing, content to just watch her while she kept her focus on her hands and the minuscule pile of white powder she was steadily gathering on the plate. Her hazel eyes were light today, a mixture of amber and green flecks framed by feathery eyelashes. She had long, delicate fingers, sun kissed and a little rough from her daily work.
She was magical. Something about her sparkled, and it warmed my chest in a way I'd never experienced before. Therewas an otherworldliness to her. Everything she did radiated with incandescence, and I felt brighter for being in her presence. I wasn't sure if she had this effect on everyone or if I'd been starved for her brand of gentle aeipathy and had gotten caught up in her aura. One thing I did know was, I wasn't keen on letting a stranger be in this house with her instead of me. Andthatwas an even more startling realization than my feelings for her. That smacked of selfishness, of possession. And while I was often selfish, I was never possessive ofpeople.
My phone rang, and I set down the plate I'd forgotten about anyway and answered, my eyes still on Evie as she glanced at me. "Hello?"
"Hey, Ben," Remington said. "Just got the details of what happened yesterday. You two are okay?"
I wasn't sure why, but I almost wanted to stand and leave the table so Evie didn't have to hear about this again. I didn't want her to feel afraid, but that was asinine. This whole situation was about her. "We're both fine. Did you get a hold of Micah, then?"
"Yeah, he gave me the rundown. I can't lie to you man," Remington said, and I heard him typing in the background, "I'm worried."
I nodded, giving Evie a reassuring look. "So am I."
"I sent a message to Tabitha, and she agreed that things are escalating. Her retired colleague agreed to meet with us if you two are free and up for a video conference. He has ideas," Remington said.
I rubbed my temple with my thumb. "Yeah, I think we can." To Evie, I said, "They want to video conference."
