Chapter 13 #2
Evan returned to the bed and crawled right up on top of her, taking her mouth in a heated kiss that had her motor running at full speed in no time at all.
She cradled his lean hips between her legs with only a thin strip of satin between them.
His reawakened cock moved seductively back and forth, simulating intercourse, and Grace held back what would’ve been a most unladylike sound.
“It’s okay,” he said, again tuning in to her in a way that should’ve freaked her out. Rather it was comforting to know he was paying such close attention to her signals. “We’ll do it all, baby. We’ve got all night.”
He’d said exactly the right thing. They were in no rush. They could take their time to fully experience each other. He wasn’t Trey. He wasn’t going to rush off and leave her alone and unfulfilled.
“That’s it,” Evan said, as he raised her arms above her head and pinned them to the pillow. “Relax and let me show you . . .”
He kissed from her lips to her jaw to her chest, working his way toward her breasts. Cupping them in his big hands, he teased her nipples with tentative brushes of his tongue over her taut peaks. Grace would’ve jerked right off the bed were it not for the weight of his lower body holding her still.
It took all she had to keep her hands where he’d put them, especially when he finally tugged her nipple into the heat of his mouth.
As he sucked hard, Grace discovered a direct connection from her breast to her womb.
Aching for more, she pushed her hips against his cock, letting him know what she wanted.
“We’ll get to that,” he said as he shifted his attention to her other breast.
The sounds that came from Grace as he licked and sucked and teased would’ve mortified her if she’d been in her right mind.
At the moment, she couldn’t have cared less, and apparently neither did he.
The more she reacted, the harder he sucked.
When his teeth scraped against her nipple, she cried out.
He tended the abused nipple with gentle strokes of his tongue. “Sorry.”
“Didn’t hurt.” She couldn’t leave her hands above her head any longer. Burying her fingers in his hair, she held him tight against her breast. “Do it again.”
“This?” he asked, rolling her nipple between his teeth.
“Yes,” Grace said, gasping as heat and moisture gathered between her legs.
Evan shifted ever so slightly, his lips moving from her breasts to her belly.
Grace went rigidly still as she waited for him to ask about the scar above her belly button, but he skipped right over it and focused on removing her panties.
His hands skimmed over the insides of her legs, opening her as he moved from calf to thigh.
Grace was really, really glad she’d listened to Stephanie and Laura and properly prepared for this moment—even if would cost her fifty bucks.
She expected him to reach for the condoms he’d put on the bedside table, but rather he held her open and hovered just above the juncture of her thighs.
Fighting the urge to squirm, she waited breathlessly to see what he would do next.
And then he arranged her legs on his shoulders, and Grace figured out what he had planned.
“Wait a minute,” she said, tugging on his hair. “Evan . . .”
“It’s okay, baby. Let me taste you. I bet you’re so sweet.”
All the fight went out of her as she fell back onto the pillows, vibrating with tension.
As he ran his fingers through her slickness, opening her further, Grace bit her lip to keep from screaming.
Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, especially the bundle of nerves between her legs that he brushed against on every stroke.
Just when she thought she might actually get used to the feel of his fingers, he slid them into her and dipped his head to use his tongue.
Oh. My. God. Nothing she had read could’ve prepared her for the moment Evan McCarthy’s tongue came into contact with her throbbing clitoris.
“I knew it,” he said. “So sweet. And so smooth. Mmm.”
A surge of need ripped through her body, converging in her aching core, threatening to break at any second.
The smooth glide of his fingers demanded a portion of her attention, but then he sucked hard on her clitoris and sent her spiraling into a storm of sensation unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
“That’s it,” he whispered, easing her down slowly with less insistent strokes of his tongue and fingers.
As if she was watching the scene from above the bed, she was aware of him lowering her legs and getting up to find a condom. He rolled it on and returned to her.
“Earth to Grace, are you with me?”
Startled out of the dream state she’d slipped into, she was suddenly aware of what was about to happen. Finally.
His brows came together in an expression of concern. “Are you okay?”
Grace reached up to brush away the furrow with her fingertips. “I’m far better than okay. You?”
He grinned down at her. “I’m very good.”
Grace took advantage of the opportunity to explore the dimples that had so fascinated her. His jaw was smooth from a recent shave, and he waited patiently for her to discover all the planes and textures of his face.
“You’re quite lovely to look at,” she said after a prolonged period of silence.
He seemed taken aback by the compliment. “I should be saying that to you.”