"Hm," he hummed happily, coasting his lips to my neck. He reached over and flicked the shower handle on. As the spray started, he shimmied my sweatshirt off. "What were you worrying about before I created our diversion?"
Benjamin Frost was far too observant for his own good. Of course, he hadn't just been teasing me idly—he'd known very well that I'd been concerned. I pulled a face, which immediately softened with desire when he ran his finger under my bra strap and slid it down my arm. "I, ah…" I hesitated.
Benjamin wrapped his arm around my lower back, lifting me against him, arching my back, and bringing his mouth to the crest of my breast. "Don't be shy, Evie. Tell me."
I shuddered with pleasure as his tongue traced the lacy top of my bra line. "I was trying to distract myself with something. Because I wanted to do this. But I didn't want to be needy."
"Ah, Evie," he sighed, warming my skin. I let my head fall back as he deftly unhooked my bra and let his mouth follow the path of it falling away. "One thing you should know about me." His lips teased the top of my areola as he murmured against my skin. "I never say no to ‘this.’"
His tongue flicked out, teasing my nipple, and I groaned. "Okay."
"Okay?" He nipped the sensitive bud, and I jumped, gasping. "Promise you won't hold yourself back from that, from being with me. Not while we're together."
Not while we're together. The phrase sounded hollow and sweet at the same time. For five days, I could come to him whenever I wanted to. I could find pleasure and comfort in his arms. But only five days. I nodded breathlessly. "I promise."
The bra dropped to the floor, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth, hard and deep. I gasped, overwhelmed with a combination of sweet pain and toe-curling arousal that wound its way quickly from my breast to my thighs. His tongue lashed at my nipple, sucking and flicking until my knees were weak and my pussy ached. When he let off, he kissed his way to the other, supporting my weight as I breathed hard. I rubbed my thighs together as he circled my nipple with his nose. "Feeling it, yet?"
"Mhm," I breathed out, eyes closed and relishing in every touch.
"Good." He sounded a little savage when he said it, and then his lips pressed to my pulse point where my blood hammeredfast through my veins. "I read a question on your face earlier, and I'm going to answer it for you."
My eyes fluttered open, and I grasped his hair at the nape of his neck. "What question?"
He pulled away enough to hook me with his electric blue stare. "What does 'beg' mean?"
Chapter Nineteen
FROST
Evie's breath left her lungs in a soft rush, and she stared at me with a mixture of surprise and excited expectation in her wide hazel eyes. I felt my lips curve into a wicked smile, and then I turned my attention to the shower, making sure it was the right temperature—not too warm and not too cold. I didn't want to make the room a sauna when I fully intended to have her sweating and panting for mercy.
With my hand still wet, I let a few droplets of water drip onto Evie's shoulder and chest. She watched me with her quiet, invested gaze, never nervous or inclined to question what I was doing. I loved that about her?—
I stopped myself. Ilikedthat about her. Right?
Pushing my thoughts aside, I bent to lap up a water droplet from her shoulder with the tip of my tongue. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I let my hands drift down her arms in a light sweep. My fingers tickled the places on her body I knew were sensitive. I floated over the inside of her elbows, down her forearms, and traced her inner wrists lightly with my nails. Her breathing slowed, eyes closed and simply living in the moment, enjoying the sensations.
No, dammit. Ilovedthat about her. How many women justlet goduring intimacy and enjoyed the present without overthinking? That was damn hard to do. But not for Evelyn. Not for my wispy, whimsical apiarist. She existed in each experience one at a time, fully involved but relaxed and curious in a way that I'd never seen before. She was enchanting.
I let my fingers tickle across her hips, drawing a line under the waistband of her leggings, and she inhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing. I hooked my thumbs under the fabric, and lowering myself, I began to kiss a line down her hips and thigh as I peeled her leggings and panties down in one fell swoop. Her fingers found my hair, and she gently filtered them through my curls. She rubbed my scalp and gripped my hair at the roots as I helped her out of her leggings. My eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure. Jesus, what a goddess.
When I stood again, she reached for my shirt, and I let her scoop it over my head. Her eyes danced over me, her long, elegant fingers drifting over my chest and down my stomach. My groin tightened painfully, and I had to remind myself to breathe when she was touching me. And then, the clever student, she did the same thing to me I'd done to her. Without an ounce of hesitation, she fell to her knees, grabbed my sweatpants by the waistband, including my boxers, and shimmied them down low on my pelvis. She kissed each pelvic bone softly, and my head fell back, my breath panting out in a tortured gust. My dick twitched, eager to be handled, to be squeezed.
But she avoided my cock, shimmying my pants down and giving me as good as she got, kissing my hip, my thigh, coming dangerously close to my erection and then moving back down until my pants and boxers were pooled around my ankles. From her knees, and with her hands on my calves, she glanced up at me coyly. "Is this begging?"
I grinned crookedly. "It's maddeningly sexy, but that's not begging, sweetheart."
She blinked once, a vision on her knees and staring at me in question. "Oh."
Fuuuuuuckshe's gorgeous, I thought with an internal groan. It took everything I had, every ounce of learned patience to not pick her up, pin her to the wall, and fuck her silly. Instead, I stood her up with me, loving the way her silky skin felt against my bare body when she pressed herself against me and traced the shadow between my pectorals. I pulled her into the shower, moving aside the shower curtain, and she hissed in surprise when it was probably more tepid than she expected. "Trust me," I smiled.
The shower spray hit both our bodies, and I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her and tilting her head back for another kiss. She submitted willingly, eyes closing again and silky lips sliding over mine in eager exploration. I let my fingers play with her body, caressing and then plucking her nipples, rolling them between my fingers until she moaned, and then I traced the curve of her waist and kissed under her jaw and down her wet neck.
Her breathing picked up, her thighs squeezing together, and I guided her legs apart. Moving slowly, teasing my way to that warmth between her thighs, I slicked my fingers around her opening and then back down her inner legs. She began to tremble, breath hitching, and she swallowed thickly. Her eyes watched my fingers as I slid them into her wet heat. She groaned, head back and wet hair creating a waterfall down her spine.
She was so wet, I slid easily across her labia and to her opening, smoothing my fingers briefly over her clit and back to her entrance. "Are you aching, gorgeous?" I asked, my voice husky. She nodded, her breathing erratic.Iwas aching, but Ididn't bother to say that. It would do no good if I started begging her to let me sheath myself inside of her tight pussy. Not when I was so close to hearing the words from her mouth. "Lean against the wall," I instructed.
With her eyes heavy with arousal and body sparkling with water, Evie obeyed. She leaned against the shower wall, and I took in the sight of her with barely restrained passion. She had a body toned from work but soft in all the right places. Her breasts were heavy and tear-shaped, and her pink nipples were erect against her pale skin. I reached above her and took down the shower head, which I'd noted a while ago was devilishly perfect for my purposes here. I switched the setting from a wide spray to a more concentrated, middle flow. Her eyes tracked my movements with interest, and she licked water off her lips.
