Gray found the damp, heated slit at her center and lapped at the tender skin through her chemise. Evie moaned and pulled his head against her. But she wanted more as her free hand snaked down to grab the hem of her chemise and pulled it up for her explorations.
He tasted her again and again, laving insistently at the delicate nub that made her writhe and moan against him.
“Don’t stop,” she begged when he rose to his feet.
“Oh I’m not stopping, Evie. I just want you in my bed.”
He clasped her hand and led her toward the four-post bed. As she settled back, he stood before her, unbuttoning and then shedding his trousers. Finally, she lay back like Aphrodite rising from the bubbling depths of the ocean against the blue counterpane, her red hair spilling around her shoulders.
When he slid his drawers down, Evie immediately reached out to touch the hard length of his cock. Her eagerness would have made him smile if he hadn’t groaned instead.
“May I taste you?” she asked, her hand still exploring the shape and width of him.
“Evie—” How did he answer such a question? “God yes,” was the best he could finally manage.
She bent her head, circled his cock in her palm and lapped at the tip just as he’d done to her.
Then she seemed to want more and tentatively took him between her lips.
It took every fraying ounce of self-control he had to let her torture him with her hot, curious tongue.
“Evie…”
She immediately pulled back and looked up at him. “Should I stop?”
“For now, yes. But please do that again as often as you like.”
She smiled at that, then reached down to pull her chemise up over her head. As if he knew exactly what he wanted, needed, she lay back and lifted a hand, beckoning him.
Gray needed no urging. He leaned over her, bent to kiss curls, savoring how wet she was for him. Then he traced a finger up over her belly, following the path of his finger with kisses. When he reached her nipple, he took the peaked pink bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her heated skin.
“Good heavens,” she hissed when he slid a finger along her slit as he took her other nipple.
She bucked against his finger, allowing him to slip inside.
“You’re perfect,” he told her between kisses peppered along her neck. “Luscious, gorgeous woman.”
“Gray,” she said breathlessly when he slid his cock against her. “I want to be with you,” she said, her fingers digging into his shoulder. “Please, let me be yours tonight.”
“Every night,” he vowed as he thrust into her heat. Being inside her, connected to her, nearly undid him with the first stroke. He held still, wanting to make it good for her, wanting to give her pleasure rather than seeking his own.
But she wasn’t satisfied with his hesitation, she bucked against him, pulling him in deeper.
“I need this,” she told him huskily. “I need you.”
“I’m yours, Evie.” He was, body and soul. Always had been. He knew that now.
They built a rhythm, Evie showing him with every shift and arch of her body what she liked, how she wanted him.
When he sensed her body begin to tense, he bent and took her mouth, stroking his tongue against hers to match the cadence of his thrusts. She pulled at his hair, drew her fingers across his lower back, urging him deeper.
He felt the moment she began to let go, heard the sharp inhale.
“Come for me,” he urged with a hot whisper against her mouth. “I want to hear you, love. Feel you.”
She cried out as her body spasmed beneath him, not his name or any words he could make out. Just a raw, passionate cry, then another. The sweetest sounds he’d ever heard.
The moment he felt her release, he sensed his own building inside him, ready to shake him to his core.
