Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
I really had no idea. In all those sexy videos, women seem to really like when a man goes down on them.
Come on. Why aren’t they shouting at the rafters?
Now I know it’s amazing.
But I don’t have time to think too much because I’m bouncing up in the air in the middle of the bed.
“Dress. Off.”
I honestly gape when Evan jerks his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. Okay. “ I need a time out right here to enjoy the view.”
He’s ripped. Shoulders. Chest. Abs. Even has the muscular vee thing that points down into his shorts.
“Wow, stud…”
“Marianna, I gave you an order.”
I laugh at him. “Since when do you get to?—”
He crawls on the bed, pressing my knees wide as he lowers his body to me. “Since you drove me wild and came all over my tongue.”
“Oh. That.”
With a rough sound, he bites my neck, making me squeal.
“I’m not responsible if your dress gets ripped this time. By the way, I still owe you one because I tore the strap of the other one in the car.”
A thrill races through me at the idea of those big, capable hands ripping my clothing off.
“Rip away. I’m going to be too busy touching all these muscles.”
He kisses me hungrily as I explore his arms, his shoulders and his back, dipping my fingers into the little valley along his spine.
I love the way he feels. Hot as the sun. Velvety smooth. Hard angles and big contours. A work of art.
His next command comes in a husky rasp. “Pull me out.”
Who am I to argue?
I mean this is for my pleasure too.
He rears up on one hand, moves his other to my breast where he thumbs at my nipple as I work on his zipper.
I fail to hide the moan he causes as I push his boxer briefs down, revealing the swollen crown of his very large cock.
News flash. I’ve never gone down on a man either.
The size is… intimidating.
My throat spasms just looking at it. The thing is thick and covered with veins and long enough that my two hands stacked on top of each other don’t cover the whole length.
That’s supposed to go all the way down where?
Gulp. I’m scared boneless and thrilled all at once. When I work up my nerve, I lick my lips and lean forward until he stops me by gripping my shoulder.
Confused, I look up at him. “Don’t I get to taste you?”
“Later. I have other plans right now.”
“Oh? Not this?” I raise my gaze to his face as I stroke him from hilt to head.
The tension scoring his brow is beautiful. I get a little thrill knowing I caused him to be so wrecked.
“Not that.” It’s a throaty, hoarse reply.
He pushes my hand away. Grabs my bodice roughly with both his hands. With a loud rip, the fabric tears from neck to waist. He finishes with a satisfied growl.
A rush of cool air hits my fevered skin.
I’ll buy a thousand dresses to get to watch that again.
From his expression, I know it’s only made him more dangerous.
“I’ve been dreaming about this.” His tone is husky.
Finding my nipple with his thumb and finger, he leans down, positioning his heavy pelvis in the cradle of my legs.
“This.”
The hotly whispered word dances over my ear as he flexes his body and pushes against my pussy.
I breathe wildly as he nudges, stretching me around his head.
Oh god. I love the heat. The pressure.
“Fuck.” He tenses above me and lets out a low growl. “Mari, don’t move. Fucking hell. I didn’t cover up. My wallet is at the jail. I don’t have any latex.”
“What!?” I fist the bedding below me. My mind is flying a million miles an hour.
Do I have any condoms?
No, fool!
“ I don’t have any condoms. I haven’t even ever had sex in Vandemora. Only when I was in college.” I grab his arms. “You can’t leave me hanging like this.”
I want to scream. All of this build up and…
He lifts up just enough to look down at me. The expression on his face isn’t tortured like I expected. It’s concerned. “Hey, beautiful.”
My tongue darts across my lips as I tremble below him, adrenaline pumping through my body. “Yeah.”
He lays his palm against my face, stroking his thumb over my cheek. “I’ve been tested for everything. It’s standard protocol for the kind of work I did in the Navy.”
A tiny ray of hope blooms inside my tummy.
Still trying to catch my breath, I rush out a reply. “I had a women’s health physical, and I haven’t had sex in…”
I close my eyes and cringe. “Three years before the truck incident with you.”
When my lids flutter open, the tension lines around his mouth soften. He ducks down and kisses my brow. “You call what we did an incident, huh?”
“I don’t like to think about the explosion. Would you prefer I say the time when you made me a believer in the power of your cock?”
The dark gray in his eyes turns to diamond silver as he laughs. “You’re a funny girl. I never know what you are going to say. Or do, for that matter, little jail breaker.”
Hooking my ankles around his thighs, I say not so teasingly, “I’m a desperate girl right now, and the only kind of trouble I want to cause is right here in this bed with you.”
His voice goes husky. “What do you say…”
I reach for him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I want you.”
“I love hearing that, but I want you to say you want me bare.”
Instant heat engulfs my face. Just the idea of Evan being deep inside of me, filling me with his cum is enough to make my blood burn like lava.
“Evan, I want you bare. I want to feel you and nothing but you.”
He drops his significant weight on me, making a relieved sound as he does. Then he takes my face in his hands and kisses me slowly with the head of his cock seated in my entrance.
When he’s done, I’m boneless, and he’s more intense than ever.
“I take this seriously. Everything about your safety, I take seriously.”
I stare up into his face, more confused, more attracted. “What are you doing to me, Evan?”
He rests his cheek against mine. In a rough whisper, he says, “Stealing your heart.”
I almost fly off the bed.
But he’s pinning me down with his delicious weight.
All I can do is fight the way my lungs are suddenly locked up and the way a pain shoots through me, tightening my throat.
No. It can’t happen. He can’t have my heart.
I’m too panicked to reply as he captures both of my hands and brings them up to lay beside my head. His strong fingers lace between mine.
“Ready for me?”
“Yeah.” My traitorous mouth says.
I’ll never be really ready for Evan. How can you be prepared to have your heart crushed?
He slides forward, and I groan as his heavily engorged cock pushes deep inside of me. Greed makes me latch my heels around his thighs, pulling him even tighter.
“That’s my beautiful girl, take what you need,” he murmurs hotly against my ear as he begins to thrust deeply.