Evan's Addiction

by Sara Hess

  Spinning on my heal I headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I was accustomed to spending the night with women at their places, but I had never looked forward to it like I was with Shaw. For days I’d been anticipating the morning I got to wake up next to her.

  A lot of my thoughts during the day…and night…centered around Shaw and it was bizarrely uncontrollable, and while that part was disconcerting, being with her was too invigorating to let that little issue derail my time with her.

  Filling my glass again I strode back to the bedroom. Placing the glass of water on the table next to her bed I slid in under the quilt behind her and spooned up against her back. Letting out an unconscious sigh of contentment I closed my eyes and fell into sleep breathing in her scent.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  SHAW

  I was having the most erotic, delicious dream I’d never thought it was possible to have. My whole body felt like one huge pulsating ache that just kept getting more agonizingly better, spiraling excruciatingly higher…I was going to…

  “Auhhhh!” I cried as pleasure swallowed me, sparking lights on my closed lids.

  “Fucking beautiful.” The dream whispered in my ear.

  Suddenly, I was being moved and I blinked in sated drowsiness as my front was pushed into the soft mattress, and then I moaned, clenching my eyes closed in ecstasy as Evan’s thickness filled me yet again. I wasn’t sure if this was the third or forth time he’d devastated me tonight…this morning…heck, I had no idea what time it was.

  His body pressed mine into the bed as he surged into me deeply, his groin pushing against my butt cheeks. “So fucking good…every fucking time.” He growled, sucking on my neck and shoulder.

  I was half-asleep and speeding rapidly toward indescribable rapture. “Evan…” It was all I was able to gasp out as the pressure mounted again.

  “Red.” He groaned pulling nearly all the way out before bottoming out inside me.

  I moaned and lifted my hips so I could take even more. It felt so good. This was a slightly new position and it was incredible, just like all the others. Evan’s lips suckled at my neck, shoulders, and back, as he pounded into me rhythmically. The tension swelled higher, and I panted and keened as it became unbearable. I fisted the sheets under me and my legs compressed as the peak neared, and this had Evan grunting and plowing into me harder.

  “Yeah, squeeze me tight…oh…shit…yessss.” His teeth latched onto the fleshy part between my shoulder and neck and for whatever reason this had my core seizing, sending me flying into euphoric pleasure. At the same time I could feel Evan expand inside me, stretching me further than he already did, and then he was snarling through his clenched teeth on my shoulder and the warmth of his release exploded inside me.

  We both slumped together; me into the mattress, Evan onto me breathing heavily, and I soaked in the weight and heat of him. Sleep edged at my consciousness again and I let it wash over me. I needed my rest, because Evan kept waking me up to kill me.

  The next time I opened my eyes light was filtering through a small opening of my window curtains. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and took stock of the situation. Evan…Evan was in my bed…and he was pressed up against my back…and heat was rolling off him like a live furnace. Dang, the man was hot…in more ways than one.

  I hated to use regency terms, but the man redefined the term ravaged. I felt ravaged; inside and out. My body was achy, and my soul hadn’t been left untouched either. My soul…ha…he’d been chipping away at my soul since his first pick-up line. Would there be anything left of it when he got done with me?

  I needed to get up and put some space between us, and not just because his body heat was going to make me combust. Being held by him felt too good, and it was something I shouldn’t get used to.

  It took some maneuvering, but I was able to finally wiggle out from under him. It wasn’t a graceful detachment, but the only one who saw it was Rosie. My contortionist movements had her watching me with curiosity instead of meowing with hunger which was fortunate because that might have woken Evan.

  In the course of detangling I caught the time on my computer…9:53…and gaped at how late it was. We really hadn’t gone to bed that late, but being continuously roused throughout the night had caused us both to sleep late.

  Snatching up my night shirt from the floor, and a clean pair of underwear from my drawer, I tiptoed from the room and dashed down the hallway with Rosie hot on my heels. She almost tripped me up dodging between my legs she’s so hungry. After quickly feeding and watering her I dashed into the bathroom because I was a sticky mess downstairs and needed a shower. Closing the bathroom door behind me I proceeded to accomplish that post haste.

  As I soaped myself under the spray of hot water I had to take special care of my breasts and vagina, because they were especially sensitive. I had actual red marks all over my breasts to show how hard he’d sucked on my flesh. I didn’t know it was possible to have as much sex as we had last night. I wasn’t complaining, but I was going to have to look into the statistics of that. I also noted a tender spot on my shoulder and it reminded me of how Evan had latched his teeth onto it at some point last night. It hadn’t hurt at the time, or now, but it was an interesting development. It was like he’d gone all feral or something.

  Recalling how it had hurled me into orgasm had my core clenching in fierce arousal.

  Switching off the water I grabbed a towel and carefully dried myself off, and then made sure to squeeze as much water out of my hair as possible so it would dry quicker. After spraying in leave-in-conditioner so my hair wouldn’t frizz I slipped on my long shirt and underwear, and then after peering out the door to make sure it was all clear I headed for the kitchen…and then froze in indecision.

  Was I supposed to make breakfast? What the hell was the protocol here? Nic and Carrie made meals together but they’d been together for a long time. Evan had paid for my meal last night; actually he paid for many of our meals so it would only be fair to make him breakfast. And there was also the fact that he’d gone to jail for me. Would he want breakfast? He might think I was pushing him to stay if I did. I didn’t want him to leave, but I didn’t want to pressure him either.

  Suddenly, arms wrapped around me from behind, lips nuzzled through my wet hair to get to my ear, and Evan’s hot body pressed into me. “Red, you wore me out last night.”

  Tensing robotically, I shivered at the feel of him. “I think you have that mixed up. I’m pretty sure I was the one being woken up by what felt like a boner seeking out an Orthopedic doctor.”

  “Good one.” He chuckled in my ear as his hands smoothed over my fluttering stomach. “Why are you going all stiff on me again?”

  That was the thing about Evan; his mind wanted answers. I blew out a breath and tried to relax. “You know I’m not used to this; it’s going to take me awhile to get accustomed to these new circumstances.”

  He hummed in my ear. “Well, we’re going to have to make sure these circumstances happen more often so this becomes more natural to you.”

  His hands were fuzzing my brain. “That might be helpful.” I wanted as much as I could get from him in the time we had. I melted back into his hot, hard frame and could feel that he was bare-chested.

  Evan’s mouth trailed down my neck and I whimpered when they stopped. “Shit, did I do this to you last night?” His hand pulled my shirt away from the area where his teeth had gnawed on me. “Damn, I’m sorry, Shaw. Does it hurt?” Fingers gently brushed over the spot.

  Quivering at his touch I shook my head. “No.”

  He was silent for a moment as his fingers continued to stroke over the mark, making my core pulse and weep. “Did it hurt last night?” He asked gruffly.

  I sucked in a needed breath and pushed myself to spill the truth no matter how embarrassing it was, because I didn’t want him shouldering any guilt. “Do you remember what happened to me when you did it?”

  “Shit yes.” He growled, his hand clenching
on my abdomen.

  That almost had my flutters exploding. “Then you know pain wasn’t what my body was feeling.”

  He growled again, kissing the spot tenderly. My eyes closed enjoying his touch, but after a few moments his lips lifted and his nose brushed up my neck. “Why were you standing here looking like your feet were frozen to the linoleum when I walked up?”

  More truth? Heck, why not. I was too relaxed to deny him anything right now. “I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to make you breakfast?”

  Hands stilling, Evan suddenly spun me around and my eyes locked with his hot liquid amber ones.

  “Hey, you’re not supposed to do anything…” My gaze switched to his marvelous mouth that tilted up at one corner. “Except allow me to give you pleasure whenever I want.”

  I rolled my eyes even though I had no problem with that…at all.

  “I’m serious.” His finger traced over my eyebrow. “I don’t want you doing anything because you think you have to.”

  I shrugged and stared at him uncertainly. “I wanted to, I just wasn’t certain if you would want breakfast; if you planned on staying, or if you would need to get going once you got up?”

  He seemed to study me for a moment but then grinned and pulled me closer into him. “You ruined my first plan of keeping you in bed all day by not being there when I woke up.” My body sizzled. “But I didn’t take into account all the calories we used up last night, so we should eat…and then we can go back to bed.” His head bent down to nuzzle at my neck.

  I clutched at his broad shoulders tilting my head to the side. “While I wouldn’t have any problem with that…” I gasped. “I have some work to do, and then I have to help David, and then there’s his party tonight.” Evan grumbled in displeasure and I couldn’t hold back my smile. “Anyway, I think my body needs a small reprieve.”

  His head lifted with a frown. “Shit, you’re sore.” He shook his head remorsefully. “Of course you’re sore. I plowed you like a well used field. Hell, even a well used field would be feeling it. I’m such a selfish bastard. I wanted you so badly and having you so handy made me go a little nuts.”

  Hearing him confess how nuts he was for me had my heart thumping in delight, but also aching; wishing again that it was more than just a physical want.

  I grinned. “Nice analogy…and I’m not necessarily sore. I think it’s more like my insides are like memory foam, and they need a couple of hours to go back to their original shape. It almost feels like you’re still inside me.”

  Evan’s amber eyes flared molten. “Shit, that is so hot.” His hands dropped to my butt and squeezed, pressing me into his hard erection. “I’ve left my mark on you inside and out.” His gaze flickered to my shoulder.

  If he only knew.

  Above my melting, aching center my stomach gave a growl that had both our eyebrows shooting up simultaneously. “Wasn’t me.” I quipped automatically.

  Hugging me tightly Evan laughed. “Must have been me then. Like I said, my calorie count is low.” Giving my neck one more nuzzle, and my rear one more squeeze, he released me and headed for the refrigerator. “Tell me you’re not an egg white person?” He asked, pulling out the cartoon of eggs.

  “No, I like the whole egg.” I answered, watching him in mystification.

  “And what kind of bread situation are we looking at; cardboard, or something a little softer?” He twisted slightly to smirk at me.

  I grinned back. “Both. I have whole grain cardboard, but also some english muffins.”

  “Thank god.” He exclaimed overdramatically. “How does an egg…” He went back to rummaging. “Ham, and cheese breakfast sandwich sound?”

  “Sounds good…except for the cheese.” Bending over I pulled out a frying pan.

  “No cheese!” He looked horrified. “It’s naked without cheese.”

  My grin quivered. “Well, there are other things besides you that I like naked.” I set the pan on the oven.

  His hot frame pressed against my back. “Nothing is as mouthwatering as you naked.” Setting the food items on the counter his hands moved up under my shirt to my bare belly.

  My eyes closed as his hands stroked up toward my breasts. He’d just cupped both tender globes, flicking each of my sensitive nipples, when his stomach rumbled against my back.

  I couldn’t hold back my laugh even as my body responded; heating and swelling and throbbing. “Mouthwatering is not going to fill up your stomach, though.”

  “Yeah, too bad about that.” He sucked on the skin below my ear while rolling my swollen nipples with his thumbs. My core was pulsing to be filled and I was thinking my idea of waiting had been a little too hasty, but then Evan sighed and released me. “Step aside, woman. Man don’t need woman make food.” He thumped his fist on his chest and gave me a gentle hip nudge that had me shuffling sideways. “Man make food for woman.”

  My grin was dazed from his ministrations, but also inane at his caveman impersonation. He began cracking some eggs into the frying pan and I pulled myself out of my stupor to pop the English muffins in the double toaster.

  “How much time do you have to spend on work?” He quirked his brow at me. “And what aspect of it will you be doing?” Evan asked.

  He reached for the salt and pepper to season the eggs and my mouth watered as his back muscles bunched and rolled under his taut, tanned skin. I loved feeling them do that when he was over me…thrusting.

  I shivered. “Maybe an hour or two, and it only involves some computer fiddling.” That should please him.

  He nodded and I could see that it did. “And then you plan to head straight over to David’s?”

  “I had planned to. All of his large furniture has been moved in but there’s still a lot of little things that need organizing. He also has several televisions that need to be set up throughout the house, and he’s worse than a woman when directing where he likes them to be.”

  The muffins popped up and I set them each on a plate next to the stove, and then I popped down another knowing Evan would want more than one breakfast sandwich after weeks of watching him eat. In fact…I grabbed some strawberries out of the fridge to add to the meal.

  “Having that many televisions would make more sense if they were for lacrosse parties and not gamer parties.” Laying some ham over the eggs Evan gave me a sideways glance way. “You never made it to any of our games so I assume sports aren’t anywhere on your radar of fun?”

  He actually looked dejected that I hadn’t seen any of his games. “Why do you think I never made it to any of your games?”

  He frowned. “I never saw you sitting next to Carrie at any of them.”

  I shrugged nonchalantly as I walked over to the cupboard to grab some glasses. “Back then I didn’t want to interact with other people, but after spending all those lunches with you I ended up stopping into a few games for a short while to check out how good you were.”

  There was a couple seconds of silence and I twisted to glance over at him to see that he was staring at me in astonishment. “Are you serious?”

  Behind his surprised expression was a probing look that had me shifting uncomfortably and my face turning red. “Well sure, you made yourself out to be such a player…” I couldn’t stop myself from stressing that word, but it was with amusement rather than disgust this time. “I had to go and see for myself.”

  He narrowed his eyes on me before turning his attention back to the eggs. They were done and he began sectioning them for the sandwiches. “You never said anything before now about seeing any of the games.”

  I shrugged again. “It never came up.” I also hadn’t wanted him to know back then that I’d gone out of my way to see him play.

  Even now I made light of it. My time with Evan back when we first met had left a lasting mark, and while I’d been able to turn down Carrie’s invitations I’d been unable to hold myself back from sneaking in to watch him for a little bit during each home game. When he’d quit part way into the season to help ou
t Landon’s dad I’d stopped going.

  The third muffin popped up and I set it next to Evan’s first one. He began assembling the sandwiches as I poured us some milk. We sat down at the small kitchen table together, and his naked chest was the best morning view I’d ever witnessed.

  “And what did you think? Did I live up to my hype?” Evan asked with an eager smile at me as he picked up his sandwich.

  “Oh definitely,” I said animatedly. “You were awesome on that field. I couldn’t take my eyes off your number fifty-three.” I took a small bite trying to hide my smile.

  Evan scowled. Narrowing his eyes on me he growled. “That’s not my number. That was Jax’s number.”

  I rounded my eyes in mock dismay and swallowed my food. “Oh…my bad.”

  He speared me with a glare and grumbled. “You’re not funny…at all.”

  “Really, because I’m feeling pretty hilarious.” I grinned.

  “I’m going to make you scream my number tonight.” He threatened before taking an aggressive bite of his sandwich.

  My inside quaked with anticipation. “Just make sure you remind me what it was again so I don’t scream the wrong one, because that would be sooo embarrassing.”

  That appeared to be Evan’s breaking point because he reached out and hauled me from my chair into his lap, and then he kept me there and made me eat my breakfast while torturing me with his hands. It was agonizing…and one of the greatest morning meals I ever had.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  EVAN

  After breakfast I headed back to the house so Shaw could get her work done unhindered by my presence, because I would have been a big hindrance if I’d stayed. Although I’d had her all night my hands and hard-on still itched be all over and in her.