by Cherrie Lynn
I love everything about you. The thought dropped into her mind like a stone in a still pond and caused just as much disturbance. She certainly loved everything they’d done tonight. In the mornings, just the sight of him in his pajama pants checking his e-mail with his hair all mussed made her weak in the knees. She loved that he was left-handed. He chewed his thumbnail when he was engrossed in reading or watching something on TV, and she loved that, too.
He slid his hands upward to cup her breasts, his eyes flickering down toward them. “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined. And I imagined a lot.”
“Y-you did?”
“Oh, yeah. It might make me a dog, mentally undressing my friend’s wife, but I couldn’t help myself.” He sighed, and the sound made moisture that had nothing to do with the shower pool between her legs. She closed her eyes as he ran his fingertips over her nipples, peaked already from the caress of the water. “Pink,” he murmured. “I always wondered, but I should have known. Soft and delicate, like the rest of you.”
One of his hands trailed down to caress her clit, swollen and peeking from between her folds. She moaned, leaning her head back against the wall. Involuntarily, she lifted her foot to brace it against the side of the tub, giving him better access. Her muscles tightened as one fingertip dragged across her aching nub, back and forth, so slowly, then circled it, only to repeat the pattern. She gripped his firm, straining biceps for support when her knees started to grow weak.
“But this,” he whispered against her ear, his voice almost blending with the whoosh of the falling water. “I had no idea you would be bare down here. God, I love it, it drives me crazy. I didn’t have a chance to finish what I started. I’m going to lick you and suck you until you fly apart. You’re going to open your eyes in the morning only to find yourself coming in my mouth.”
Before she could dissolve into a pool of desire at his feet, she had time for one final thought: she was going to treat Lisa to a full day at the spa for saying three little words: Shave it, girl.
Panting, sliding down the wall, going boneless, she still gripped him. Never had she thought she could actually collapse from sensory overload. Evan caught her up in his arms, cradling her as he stepped out of the shower with her, leaving it running. “You’re exhausted, sweetie.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Be still, I’ll take care of you.”
Kelsey was only vaguely conscious of the fact that he sat her on the bed and left her to get a towel. Well, she couldn’t be bothered with all that. She curled onto her side and pulled the comforter over her, flirting with the peacefulness of sleep. Until she was rudely pulled upward again to the sound of Evan’s laughter, and he was stripping away her warm cover, baring her damp flesh to the air-conditioned chill, ignoring whatever incoherent protests she managed to give. A towel swept around her and another began rubbing vigorously over her hair, before he piled her damp locks on top of her head and wrapped them up. Once she was dried to his satisfaction, he picked her up easily and settled her into her spot on the bed, pulling the covers over her.
“Dream of me, sweetheart,” was the last thing she heard him say before dark waves washed over her mind, finally submerging her completely.
Kelsey groaned, sleep still fogging her mind. She was aching. Between her legs. Everything felt thick and heavy and swollen and the taste of desire was flooding her mouth. Consciousness flowed in and out. Evan… She’d been dreaming about him. She still was. The pleasure he’d given her. Flashbacks had been tormenting her all night. Even now, she was thinking of her legs being spread apart, of him lowering his face to the secret place there. She was self-conscious about it—always had been—because God, it was so intimate.
Feverishly, she tossed her head. Her breasts were flooded with sensation, her nipples stiffening against…nothing but air. She was naked, not covered. Her legs were sprawled wide, and she’d never felt so open, so revealed, but damn, it was hot. Something firm and wet was flickering over the tender, throbbing nub between her thighs. She moaned, rocking her hips just a bit toward the pleasure of it, sliding one hand over a breast to tease her nipple while the other hand wandered down toward the epicenter of this sensation. So close, so close… Lips closed around her clit, and a delicious suction gripped it, so precise that starbursts exploded behind her closed eyes.
It was enough to bring Kelsey wide awake then, just in time to feel Evan slip his shoulders beneath her thighs and hold her folds open with his thumbs so he could draw her entire aching nub into the wet heat of his mouth. Sunlight flooded the room, revealing every bare inch of her to him.
There was no time for embarrassment as he suckled her again. She erupted. He thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy to feel her contractions as she pulled tight all over and grasped his silky hair with both hands, needing an anchor against the sensations buffeting her as she screamed his name again and again.
“Mmm,” he murmured when she collapsed back on the bed, sated beyond all belief. But only until he crawled up the length of her body. “Good morning, angel.” He moved to nudge the head of his cock teasingly against her entrance. “And he says good morning, too.”
“Ohh, Evan,” she moaned, shifting to take him in just slightly. Her body seemed to reach for him without her conscious thought. But she winced when he pushed, her sensitive, enflamed tissues reminding her that she’d had lots of hard sex last night after months of having none at all.
“Okay, honey?”
“I’m a little sore. He said ‘Good morning’ and she said ‘Are you serious?’”
His laugh was sudden and infectious. She loved the sound of it so much. “You crack me up. Should I—he stop?”
“No way. She says just tell him to go slow this time, be good,” she whispered.
“He is hers to command.” He captured her lips with his. She could taste herself, tangy and mysterious.
Evan wrapped her in his arms, holding her close, whispering soothing words as he entered her so slowly her parting inner muscles scarcely protested him. Her extreme wetness from her orgasm eased his way.
“Baby,” he groaned when his hips locked against hers. “All right? Don’t let me hurt you.”
She nodded, more concerned about the tightness in her throat and whether it was another dam about to burst. She opened her eyes to look up at him, determined to match him, to not turn into a simpering idiot again. “I love how we feel together,” she whispered. “I don’t think I could take any more, but I wouldn’t want any less. It’s so perfect.”
He moved his hips almost imperceptibly, giving her time for her swollen passage to become reacquainted with his girth. “Christ,” he gasped. “I feel like if I move, I’ll explode.”
She leaned up to his ear. “I’m going to suck you before this is over,” she whispered, and dipped the tip of her tongue briefly against the soft shell. “So don’t spend yourself too soon.”
He seemed at a loss for a moment, groaning and leaning his forehead against hers when she lay back down. “Now,” he growled. “I’d love you to suck me now. Will you?” When she nodded, he pulled out of her and she gasped at the sudden loss, the emptiness he left behind.
Oh, God, she couldn’t wait to get her lips around him. He had hardly reclined against the mountain of pillows when she grasped his hips and licked up the length of him, tasting a concentration of her juices and his delectable flesh. He groaned, reaching down to wrap her hair in his fist. He was…oh, too gorgeous for words. She curled her hand around the base of his cock, nestling it against the pitch black nest of hair, and leaned forward to swirl her tongue around the head, getting a jolt of saltiness when she swept over the milky drop beading at the slit. She would coax more of that from him, she vowed.
Her tongue prowled the length and girth of him while he groaned and clutched the bedsheet in one hand and her hair in the other. Finally, with slowness meant to agonize him, she slid her lips over him and drew in all she could, raising her hand up his shaft to meet her lips. He touched t
he back of her throat and she softened her muscles there because it wasn’t enough, she wanted more.
“Christ you’re beautiful,” she heard him whisper, and glanced up to see that he was watching through half-closed eyes as she swallowed him and withdrew, again and again. She imagined what she must look like to him, her hair wild from sleep and sex cascading over his hips and thighs, her lips pink and swollen from friction wrapped around his cock. She felt beautiful in that moment. For the first time in…years.
He moaned her name and turned his face up, closing his eyes. His fist tightened in her hair as he began rocking his hips to her rhythm, and she lowered her hand to his sac. His puckered flesh practically writhed beneath her touch as she gently squeezed and fondled it. She drew him harder into her mouth, sucking him tight against her tongue. He kept raising and lowering the knee she wasn’t draped across, as if he couldn’t lie still with her working him.
“Honey, I’m gonna come…” He released her hair and grasped the sheet. She wondered if he thought she might pull back. Silly boy. What insane woman hadn’t wanted to savor every last morsel of him?
His hips jerked and his body pulled taut when the first taste of him flooded her mouth, and she didn’t let up, sucking every precious drop and groaning when her pussy clenched as if lamenting that her mouth was having all the fun. He grasped her hair again, his groans a mingling of endearments and pleasure curses.
Finally he collapsed, spent. She eased her mouth from him and crawled up his body to lie against him. His arms came around her, tenderly pulling her close as his breathing stabilized.
“My God, I think you’ve performed an exorcism,” she whispered after a few silent moments. He kissed her forehead, and she smiled, dragging a hand over her face because it was numb. And she needed to make sure it was still there, and that he hadn’t caused her to have a stroke.
“I’m in serious danger of keeping you here and not showing you one more inch of Hawaii outside of this bedroom,” he said. “But I guess I can’t do that in good conscience.”
It sounded fine to her, actually.
“Plus,” he went on, his voice rumbling in his chest against her ear, “I need my protein or else I’m not gonna be able to keep up with you for the rest of the week. Are you hungry?”
“Famished.” Her stomach growled even as she said it.
“That’s good to hear,” he murmured, smiling beneath the kiss he gave her. “I’ll call room service in a second. When I can drag my wasted ass out of bed.”
Apparently her brain was slower from lack of nourishment, or all the face-numbing sex, because it took a moment to register what he’d said just a minute ago. For the rest of the week.
If she had considered this a one-time thing, she’d been seriously fooling herself. This was exactly what she’d been afraid of. She hadn’t wanted to let herself fall. And if Evan Ross fucked her literally senseless for the next four days like he had last night, she didn’t see any way out of it.
Getting him out of my system, she thought. We’ll aim for Option Four now. I finally got my chance and that’s all I’m doing. We’ll go back home and everything will be…
Certainly not normal. That was for sure. Her options were dropping like flies.
Oh, God, her job. Evan’s trial next week was against her boss, and Jack would need her at court. How in the blue hell was she going to get through that? After a moment, she put that question to Evan, and damn him, he laughed low down and dirty.
“I’ll tell you how,” he murmured against her ear, sending gooseflesh marching down her arms in waves. “You’re not going to wear panties under your skirt. You’re going to watch me shred your boss on the floor knowing as soon as we recess for lunch, I’m going to sneak you into my office, bend you over my desk, push up your skirt and fuck your sweet pussy until you can’t stand up. I won’t let you come until I’m ready for you to.”
She struggled to keep him from rendering her mindless. “I’ll make you work for it, Mr. Ross.”
“Oh, I will. And then you’ll go back and do your job trying to defeat me, all flushed and glowing like you are now. I’ll love watching you, remembering all the dirty things I just got your pretty mouth to say to me. Knowing that you’re still wet from me and that you’re still feeling me move inside you. And they’ll have no idea about us…unless you want them to.”
Jesus. It was too late—she loved this man. Waking up beside him in the morning, drinking coffee with him, making love to him. The past few days had done nothing but fill in the gaps of her fantasies. The real Evan had a mile and then some on her make-believe Evan. Oh, God, she was in trouble.
Chapter Seven
Evan hadn’t been joking. He could’ve stayed in bed with her all day. But she’d told him a week or so ago that she wanted to go on a dolphin tour, and their reservation was for this morning. So dolphins she would have.He had breakfast sent up while she was in the shower, feeling like a cad that he hadn’t fed her last night. Food had been the absolute last thing on his mind. She’d turned him into an animal.
When he heard the bathroom door open, he was busy picking up their still-damp clothes from the bedroom floor. “Hey, breakfast is in the liv—”
His voice gave out because he’d looked up as she emerged. It was still a shock to see her utterly naked. She walked over to the closet to survey her clothes, her long black hair spilling down her tanned back. Breath, heart, life itself…seemed to just stop. No, he didn’t know if he could ever get used to seeing her like this. But he damn sure liked it.
She seemed to sense his distress and cast a white smile over her delicately curved shoulder. “Okay?”
“Better than.” He swallowed.
Her giggle was girlish and she turned back to her task. “Hmm, what to wear?”
“Something I can rip off you with ease.”
She ignored that comment, the tease. “We’ll snorkel with the dolphins, right? I guess I’ll wear my bikini with a sarong.”
To hell with the dolphins. And the bikini. And the sarong. He wanted to drag her into bed and spend all day between those smooth tanned thighs. He loved how they tightened on his hips when she was about to come.
She made her selection from the closet and turned toward the bed, her belly ring glittering in the sunlight from the window. “You’d better get ready yourself,” she chided, shaking a finger at him.
The sound that left his throat could only be called a growl. Her full lips curled as she stepped into her bikini bottoms and pulled them up, all too quickly hiding that sweetness he only wanted to taste again. But she was so sexy like that, with the little pink scrap of fabric around her hips and her breasts bare and lovely.
“Come here,” he murmured.
“Evan!”
“Come here.”
She obeyed as he sat on the mattress, and he pulled her between his knees. The scent of honeysuckle filled his nostrils; he knew now that it was her body lotion, which induced rubdown fantasies that could keep him awake at night. He saw her swallow, saw her chest still as her breath caught. Good. Her nipples were almost on the same level as his eyes. He leaned forward and licked one, feeling it pucker against his tongue before moving to the other and eliciting the same response. She moaned, her hands sinking into his hair, her knees going weak—he knew because she had to rest them against the bed to remain standing. He trailed kisses down over her stomach, shifting his position so he could venture lower, nudging beneath the edge of her bottoms. His thumbs gently tugged them down and he traced her clit with his tongue while she sagged over him and sobbed.
Then he stopped, and pulled her bottoms back up. “There. I just had to say good-bye before you covered it all up for the day.”
She gasped and burst into laughter. “You—!”
He gave her a teasing smile much like the ones she’d been throwing at him all morning, and tugged her down for a kiss. “Consider it a promise for later,” he whispered against her lips.
Evan must have nearly filled up the
memory card on his camera with all the pictures he took, but Kelsey snuggling with the dolphins was just the cutest damn sight. She squealed with delight when the first one approached her and let her touch him, and she ran her hand tentatively over his long snout before leaning over to kiss the tip. He chattered happily and bobbed his head and actually looked like he was smiling.
Evan could understand. He didn’t think he’d wiped the goofy grin off his face all day.
“He feels like a hardboiled egg,” she observed, laughing. “Evan! You’ve taken enough pics. Come in the water.”
“It’s just so much fun watching you,” he told her.
“Come on, there aren’t any sharks,” she teased, sending him a wink.
“Ooh, you’re gonna get it for airing out my phobias.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Grinning, he grabbed his mask and snorkel and hopped off the boat into what felt like bathwater. But Kelsey was drawing a crowd around her with her new friend, so she moved aside when several kids crowded around to touch the dolphin. One little boy was reluctant, but Kelsey helped his mom coax him into putting his chubby hand on the dolphin’s nose.
Smart, pretty, caring, good with kids. He’d always known that. Dynamite in bed. He hadn’t expected that part. In all his imaginings of what sex with her might be like, he’d figured it would be good, safe, warm, sweet. Like her. But it had been nuclear, scalding, incinerating him and every illusion he’d ever held about her.
She was swimming over now to meet him, and only then did he realize he’d stopped making his way toward her. He was only staring at her.
“You okay?” she asked once she’d reached him.
“Yeah.”
“That was really cool.”
He cleared his throat, trying to get a grasp on the emotions twisting their way through his chest before he said something sappy. “I should bring you in the winter so we can whale watch. You’d love it. We saw a humpback last time I was here.”
