by Cora Reilly
“What about kissing? Because I really want to fucking kiss you, Evie,” I rasped, and she gave a small resigned nod, and I dove in, my lips taking her soft mouth. Evie opened up as she always did, letting me in, meeting my tongue with eagerness and with the hint of innocence that drove me completely insane. I’d have never thought it would turn me on, but with Evie it fucking did. Maybe it was because everything about Evie did.
I tangled my hand in her soft curls, pulling her even closer and her palms pressed up against my chest, fingernails grazing my skin, and my dick actually leaked pre-cum. Fuck it. Her hand slid lower over my ribs, my abs, and I almost lost my shit and threw her over my shoulder all caveman style and carried her upstairs to fuck her in every which way I could imagine.
I wrenched my mouth away, heaved a breath and grabbed my beer for a huge gulp. Evie’s lips were red and swollen and she was panting, which made her impressive tits swell with every intake of breath, and that skimpy top wasn’t hiding all that much. Fuck, I almost asked her to put her sweater back on. It would have made the no-sex endeavor so much easier. “You mentioned a movie,” Evie said in a dazed voice.
“Yeah,” I croaked, then cleared my throat. “Got the new Mission Impossible for us.”
“Great,” Evie said. “I’ll get myself another beer since you took mine and some snacks.”
“Let me,” I said, but Evie was faster. “Stay. I need to splash some water on my face anyway.”
That sounded like a good plan. I needed some cold water in my pants. I watched Evie’s ass as she headed for the fridge, and my mind had her undressed, bent over the couch and my cock wedged between those amazing globes within a second.
Groaning, I leaned back and rubbed my temple. This was going to be fucking hard.
“Are you in pain, Xavier?” Evie asked teasingly from her spot at the open fridge door.
“Do you need a dry pair of panties?” I shot back, and Evie’s eyes widened, cheeks turning pink. Bull’s-eye.
She grabbed the beer before she took a bag of chips out of my snacks drawer. Before Evie it had been mostly empty but I knew she had a sweet and savory tooth, so I always kept a few snacks handy.
“Beer and chips, you really went all out for our date night,” she said.
I tensed. “You said you didn’t want anything special. We can still order something to eat. The Indian place you love so much.”
Pressing the cold bottle against her cheek, she came toward me, dropped the bag in my lap, and touched my shoulder. “I’m actually not that hungry. Chips, beer and a movie where Tom Cruise kicks ass are my kind of date.”
I grinned because this was Evie. I opened the chips bag and Evie settled beside me. I put my arm over the backrest, not sure if it was a good idea to wrap it around her, to bring her closer. Evie eyed me with those fucking gorgeous green eyes, and worried her lower lip. “How do we do this?”
I chuckled. “We turn on the TV and watch.”
She gave me a look. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What do you want?”
She made a funny face, which made me groan inwardly because I could imagine what she wanted but was too stubborn to ask for. “I think it would be nice to be in your arms.” Her cheeks flushed and she snatched the bag from my lap and took a chip out. “But we can sit on either side of the couch. That’s fine with me as well.” It wasn’t. Her expression and voice made that pretty clear, and to be honest, I wanted Evie in my arms.
Deciding to cut this nonsense short, I wrapped my arm around her waist and hauled her against my side. After a cry of surprise, she put her head down on my shoulder, one hand on my stomach and her soft body curved into me. A few stubborn wayward hairs tickled my nose so I smoothed them down. Evie released a soft sigh and relaxed all the way into me. I took the remote and started the movie, then put the bag of chips back into my lap.
“If this is some trick so I touch you by accident, it won’t work,” she said teasingly.
“I don’t want you to touch my cock by accident, I want you to do it on purpose because you want it,” I said in a low voice, and Evie gave a small shudder.
Smiling to myself, I turned back to the screen. Soon we were both immersed in the movie, which as usual was so much more entertaining thanks to Evie’s snarky commentary. My hand on her waist began to travel up and down her side, enjoying her soft curves. It wasn’t something I had ever considered liking. Evie’s breathing deepened when my fingers brushed her ribcage.
By now, I was glad for the bag of chips in my lap because it hid my fucking boner.
When the movie was finally over, Evie lifted her head, looking slightly disheveled. She stifled a yawn. “I should probably get home.”
“You’ve had a few beers. Why don’t you spend the night?”
“Xavier,” she began, but I quickly interrupted her. “Just sleep. I don’t want you to go home now and it’s not like you’ve never slept here before, and I’m not speaking of last time.”
“But things are different now,” she said softly, then sighed. Seeing Evie this hesitant and wary around me made me realize just how badly I’d messed up. I’d never intended to take things that far with Evie. In the beginning I hadn’t even been interested in her in that regard, but that changed pretty quickly, and now here I was, horny like a teenage boy.
“I can’t speak for you, but I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
She rolled her eyes in that fucking adorable way. “Your virtue is safe with me.”
“That ship has sailed a long time ago.”
“How long?” she asked, curiosity taking over.
I chuckled, leaning closer. “A long time ago.” Evie didn’t need to know that I’d lost it in a car when I was fifteen with a woman five years older who was also my brother’s ex. She’d done it to spite him, and I had been too desperate for pussy to say no.
Her brows furrowed. “Maybe I’ll just ask your brother next time I see him.”
“He might just tell you. My family is fawning over you.”
“They are, aren’t they?” she said with a hint of smugness.
I could have kicked myself. It wasn’t something I wanted to share with Evie. They all had been on my back, asking about Evie since I’d brought her over. They would order fireworks the moment I told them we were actually dating.
“Stay tonight, Evie,” I said quietly, cupping her cheek.
Her lashes fluttered and she nodded. “Okay.”
For a moment, her agreement almost immobilized me. Me. Xavier—The Beast—Stevens. I could shove a boulder off me, but that breathy whisper got to me.
I snatched the chips bag off my lap and put it away. Evie had drawn back, and her eyes were doing the quick scan of my body that sent a clear message straight to my dick. I stood, knowing I was giving her a show of what exactly her appraisal did to me.
Evie averted her eyes, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, swallowed. I held out my hand for her. She tilted her head up, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she considered my expression. Then she put her hand in mine so I could pull her up. “Where will I sleep?”
“My bed,” the words practically shot out of my mouth.
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
It wasn’t. Not with the way Evie kept undressing me with her eyes, not with the way my cock was straining against my pants, not with Evie’s sweet scent flooding my nose. “I will behave if you do,” I murmured.
Her lashes fluttered and she didn’t say anything, which was all the answer I needed, and it gave my dick more encouragement than it required.
Evie followed me upstairs into my bedroom. Her fingers stiffened in mine.
“Only sleep,” she said in warning, but there was still that hint of insecurity in her expression.
“Evie, I would never do anything you don’t want.”
She gave me a resolute look. “Only sleep.” I really wasn’t sure if she was reminding me or herself.
I released her and went over to my
drawer to rummage for one of my shirts she could put on for sleep. I pulled one of my favorite shirts out and handed it to her. After a moment of hesitation, she disappeared in my bathroom. Running a hand through my hair, my eyes found my bed. Sleep was the last thing I wanted to do, but I didn’t want to mess this up with Evie again.
When Evie emerged five minutes later wearing only my too-large shirt, my heart skipped a fucking beat at the sight of her in my clothes. My shirt reached her thighs, and my eyes were drawn to her soft flesh, imagining how it would feel to be wedged between her legs and taste her. No man had ever done that to Evie, no man had ever been between those luscious thighs. I could have kicked my horny past-self for not eating Evie out. Why had I pounced on her like a fucking stag in rutting season? And my shirt did nothing to hide Evie’s marvelous tits. I’d never considered myself a breast man. But with Evie…
“Xavier,” Evie said quietly, warningly. My eyes snapped up to her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated. She’d be wet and warm if I reached beneath the hem of my shirt. Her gaze darted down to my briefs and the boner they had no chance of hiding.
I snapped out of it and moved toward the bathroom, but briefly stopped beside Evie to rasp in her ear. “You look gorgeous.” She shivered and I quickly continued into the bathroom to get ready for bed, and splash some water in my face, not that it would do anything for my dick.
Evie lay on her side in my bed, the covers pulled up to her shoulders when I returned into the bedroom. Her eyes followed me as I made my way over to her. I’d been with enough women to know desire, but damn it, I wasn’t sure what to do with the other emotion in her eyes.
I slipped under the covers and Evie’s warmth and scent hit me like a wrecking ball. Moving closer without a second thought, I put my hand on Evie’s waist. She sucked in her breath, those stunning green eyes locking on mine and making my stomach flutter as it had never done in all my life. I needed a taste. I leaned forward and Evie’s palms came up to my chest, but she didn’t push, and our lips connected.
Her taste, her soft lips, her scent and the desperate breathy sighs she made, they all wreaked havoc with my resolve. My hand slid down over her hips, and lower, until I reached bare skin, Evie’s soft thigh, and she moaned into my mouth and pressed closer. She was warm and smooth, and I hooked my palm under her thigh and slung her leg over my hip, then hauled her even closer. Her hot center pressed against my cock, and the thin fabric of our clothes did nothing to hide the proof of Evie’s arousal from me.
She paused in our kiss, her eyes opening, staring straight at me, and I knew she would abolish the no-sex rule. If I slid my fingers between her thighs, she’d let me, and she wouldn’t stop me from burying myself in her tight heat either.
But Evie’s earlier words flashed in my mind then, about my effect on women, and how I used it, and her plea not to take things further than she was ready for—mentally, because her body was ready for the full program, no doubt there.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “You are not good at this no-sex rule, Evie,” I groaned.
“Sorry,” she said. “But it’s really difficult to think straight if you keep kissing me like that. It makes me wonder how it would feel to come with your hands on me. I’ve only ever come with my own hands.”
That reminder wasn’t helping matters. I was the only man who had ever touched Evie’s lovely pussy. And I was also the asshole who didn’t make her come during her first time. I’d thought she’d come during intercourse. I’d thought we’d fuck more than once that night. If I had known Evie was a virgin, I would have made her come a few times before shoving my dick into her. If I’d known she was a virgin, I probably wouldn’t have slept with her at all.
I cupped her ass and said in a low voice, “Let me show you how it feels to come, Evie.”
“That defies the no-sex rule,” she whispered.
“I promise no sex, only a mind-blowing orgasm for you.” I traced my lips down her throat and nibbled on her soft skin.
“You…you are so full of yourself. It’s annoying.”
I smiled against her skin. “I love annoying you.”
She huffed but quieted when I kissed the spot below her ear. “So mind-blowing orgasm, yay or nay?”
There was a pause, then a soft word left her lips. “Yay.”
The word was breathless and throaty, and fuck if it didn’t make me even harder. “Fuck, Evie. I’ve never been this hard in my life. Even adamantium can’t compare.”
“If you keep up the X-Men references I might reconsider the no-sex rule,” she said with that dirty laugh I loved.
“Don’t give me ideas,” I warned as I propped myself up on my elbows and gently pushed Evie on her back before I moved down her body, then brushed my hands over her calves and thighs. I nudged them apart and was about to move between them when Evie closed her legs.
“What are you doing?” Evie asked, wide-eyed.
I hovered above her legs. “Putting my tongue to good use.”
She blushed a beautiful shade of pink. “You don’t have to.”
I grinned. “I want to.”
“Really?”
She looked incredulous and her blush deepened further. Evie was going to be my undoing. I shook my head. “Fuck, I keep forgetting how little you’ve done so far.”
She pursed those kissable lips. “Do you have to make me sound like a medical case?”
“I’m a very good doctor.” I flashed her my dirtiest smile.
She closed her eyes. “My God, Xavier, you look like a wolf about to pounce.”
“I’m a hungry wolf about to eat you,” I said in a low voice.
Her eyes peeled open. I stroked her legs and hooked my fingers in her panties and dragged them down slowly. Evie shivered, biting her lip.
Her cheeks were still a lovely shade of pink. I didn’t know how I could have missed all the telltale signs of her inexperience during our first night together. I’d been too wrapped up in my own fucking need.
My eyes trailed over her legs, up to the dark blonde triangle at the apex of her thighs. A stunning sight.
Evie was still tense under me as my fingers stroked her thighs.
I lowered my head to the trimmed curls and pressed a kiss against her mound, my lower lip lightly brushing her soft folds that hid her clit.
“Oh,” she breathed out, eyes flying open. Her legs were still clamped together. Her eyes flitted down to me. I kissed her again, but this time I used my lower lip to part her folds and brush her clit.
“Oh!” she gasped.
“Oh?” I asked quietly. Her leg muscles softened. I hooked my palm under her knee and guided her leg to the side, baring her to me.
Her eyes flickered with insecurity and nerves. I lightly bit into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, feeling unexpectedly possessive. My gaze returned to her inviting pussy. No one had ever seen Evie like this. I blew out a harsh breath and licked the soft inside of her thigh.
She quivered, her legs parting a bit more. I smiled against her skin as I lowered myself between Evie’s thighs, slid my palms under her butt and pulled her toward my mouth. She tensed again but I knew it wouldn’t last long.
I gave her clit a light lick and she jerked. “Oh hell!”
“Does this feel like Hell?” I slid the tip of my tongue along her slit, up to her clit.
She moaned.
“Tell me how it feels, Evie,” I whispered as I took another long lick over her folds, giving her clit a gentle nudge at the end.
“Good,” she gasped as I gave her clit a little loving with my lips.
“Only good?”
“Stop talking, Xavier,” she muttered, and I chuckled and really dove in. Parting her folds, I tasted her sweetness, making sure to let Evie hear just how delicious she was to me.
The sounds falling from Evie’s lips as I worshipped her with my tongue were music to my ears. Her body was beautifully responsive and sensitive to my ministrations, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
She rewarded me with her first orgasm almost too easily, but I kept up the light suction on her clit, which drove her completely wild and pushed a finger into her, curling it upwards, trying to see if I could find Evie’s G-spot. She arched up when my pad pressed against her inner wall. Bull’s-eye.
This time I took my time bringing her close to the brink, only to retreat and focus my attention on less sensitive spots like her inner thigh. Soon Evie was wriggling and moaning without holding back, desperate for another release. “Xavier,” she gasped. “Please—”
“Please what?” I asked as trailed the tip of my tongue over the valley between her thigh and pussy before giving her clit the lightest push, making Evie gasp again.
“Please stop being a dickhead.”
I chuckled and sucked her clit a bit harder while I thrust my finger inside of her until Evie cried out again as she came. She trembled under me. I kissed her stomach, pretending I didn’t notice her tensing. She was still self-conscious about her body but I hoped we could work on that.
Her strawberry-blonde hair spilled around her as she tried to catch her breath.
She was a goddess.
For a moment, I considered taking this further and burying myself in her, but she smiled in that cute embarrassed way that let my protectiveness overrule my desire.
Ignoring my cock, I stretched out beside Evie and pulled her closer. Her gaze searched mine as if she waited for me to make a move.
My heart was galloping in my chest like a herd of mustangs. I couldn’t believe how amazing this had felt, how utterly breathtaking. Xavier regarded me with a hint of smugness and I really wanted to take him down a notch, but damn it, he had reason to be smug. I wanted to push him back down between my legs for another round, but that would definitely have ended my no-sex ruling. Could it even still be considered in effect? Going down on someone definitely counted as a form of sex. It did in our stupid non-disclosure clause, that much was certain.
