Chapter Thirteen
Evander
W hat was it about this woman that sent raging, violent passion coursing through my veins? She’d driven me crazy trying to find her and now that I had it was taking everything I had just to keep from taking that tempestuous emotion out on her.
Or perhaps that was what she wanted?
She’d always travelled a little more on the wild side.
I pressed her backward until her spine hit the wall. Her breathing was as frantic as my own, her stare just as emboldened and daring. With a growl of need I bent and slammed my mouth over hers, kissing her with a rough, crazy need that I was certain sizzled through us both.
I’d been waiting too long for this.
Her lips were like ripe peaches and twice as sweet, her coconut and vanilla scent filling my nostrils even as our tongues tangled and twisted as one, our teeth clanking together in our rush to get closer together.
I drew back and held her dark and stormy gaze as she panted heavily. I was breathing just as fast. I pushed a hand down the waistband of her leggings and into her panties, and though she moaned as I dipped a finger deep in-between her moist folds, she didn’t look away.
I pushed my finger deeper still, then withdrew it slowly, delighting in her flushed face as she succumbed so easily to my foreplay. I added another finger, then pushed them both in and out, quickening into a rhythmic pace that pushed her toward an orgasm fast.
I flicked her plump clit next and she closed her eyes and gasped. I leaned down and kissed her opened mouth, sucking on her tongue while I pressed hard on her clit and rotated the flesh round and round.
Everything about her was so achingly familiar, her body made for mine.
She cried out something, the sound lost in my mouth as I kissed her mercilessly, then held her upright as her legs all but folded out from beneath her. I withdrew my hand only after she’d finished convulsing with her release.
Lifted my hand, I sucked her dew off my fingers, my throat vibrating with pleasure. I’d never tasted a woman with such delectable flavor. She was salty sweetness with a bitter tang aftertaste that had me wanting more. She was the sea and she was treacle, she was citrus and she was spice.
She might have been lost in the moment, but her razor-sharp mind seemed to quickly overtake her hazy senses as she narrowed her eyes at me and said, “I hope you don’t imagine I wanted this? I never asked for your paws on me.”
I narrowed my eyes right back. How long was she planning on being in denial? What secrets was she hiding from me to want to continue this charade of living her life without me in it?
She really was an enigma, one I couldn’t wait to crack open and expose. If I had to shake every last secret out of her, I would. I smiled, though I doubted any warmth leaked from my demeanor. “I believe a shower might be in order.”
She lifted her chin, her eyes flashing green heat. “Great idea, but I’d like to shower alone.”
“And I’d like your full cooperation. Unfortunately we don’t always get what we want in life.”
I ushered her into the bathroom, then flicked on the water until it was the perfect temperature even as I stripped off my clothes. She glared at me before she began to peel off her shirt and bra, then pulled off her leggings along with her panties.
My mouth watered. She was as beautiful as I remembered. If anything, she was even more perfect, her body more defined thanks to her maturity and slight weight loss. A smile tugged at my mouth. She still had the tiny little mole next to her right breast.
My smile faltered ever so slightly at the stretchmarks on her stomach. She hadn’t lost that much weight had she? I reached out and touched the white, streaky lines that fanned out over her flesh, fascinated by the barely-there indents. “These are new,” I murmured.
She stepped back and pushed my hand away. “Did you expect the still young version of my body? If so, I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
I frowned at her bitter sarcasm. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“Am I?”
My frown deepened, but I refused to cater to her need for adoration. I’d done enough of that in the past before she’d disappeared, almost without a trace. I opened the glass door and stepped inside under the warm, gushing water. When she followed me in I pulled her under the water with me and she lifted her face up into the streaming shower and closed her eyes with a sigh.
But she wasn’t going to escape my wrath completely. I bent a little, the water loud as it hit the floor tiles as well as our bodies. “On your knees,” I growled into her ear.
She flinched, then looked up at me with disbelieving eyes. “You’re joking.”
“When it comes to what I want, I never joke.” Her breath hissed as I put a hand on her scalp and encouraged her descent. “Take me in your mouth like you can’t get enough,” I instructed harshly.
She dropped to her knees and I spread my legs apart to give her perfect access to my long, hard dick that desperately throbbed. How many women had given me head while I’d closed my eyes and imagined it was Gemma doing the deed? Much of the time it was the only way I’d come.
Then she drew the head of my dick into her hot, wet mouth and I jerked at the intense sensation. She flicked her tongue around the ridged helmet until I could barely hold me own weight.
Fucking glorious.
Then she pressed her mouth down on me until my dick hit the back of her throat. She didn’t gag, she sucked in my length like a world-class whore, her big aqua eyes looking innocently up at me as she did it.
She was both novice and experienced, her skills somehow green even while they were practiced and proficient. I pushed my fingers through her hair and urged on her rhythmic sucking. She hesitated for a nanosecond, then seemed to realize she was playing with fire and knew better. Knew what was good for her long term.
She sucked up and down, faster and faster, one hand cupping my heavy, overladen balls as she gave me oral like her life depended on it.
I knotted my fingers through her hair. No doubt her scalp was burning, but she was as lost as I was now in the act and nothing was going to stop her achieving my sexual downfall.
My balls lifted and my guttural shout echoed within the bathroom walls as my seed shot out of me and into her mouth. She took it all, my pleasure somehow intensifying as I watched her cheeks bulge before she swallowed, then licked her lips for any excess.
I gentled my fingers in her hair, rubbing and soothing. “You really are perfect,” I half-growled, half-groaned. Her breasts bounced a little as she drew back, and I nodded down at her gorgeous tits and said, “Maybe next time I’ll mark you with my seed.”
I reached down to offer her my hand and she accepted it before I drew her to her feet. I held her shoulders then turned her around. “Allow me,” I said huskily.
I lathered some shampoo between my hands, then massaged it into her hair before rinsing it out and adding conditioner. Then adding some liquid soap between my palms and foaming it up, I washed her skin all over before rinsing the conditioner from her hair.
She pivoted and looked up at me as she blinked the water out of her “Why are you being so nice to me?”
Was that before or after she’d dropped onto her knees and crammed my dick in her mouth?
I cocked my head to the side. “When was I ever not nice to you?”
She bit her bottom lip. “You brought me back here as your prisoner. You can’t tell me your intentions are good.”
I flipped off the shower and stepped out onto the mat. She followed suit and I grabbed a fluffy towel and dried her off, then wrapped her inside it. “You’ll find some of your clothes in a bag inside the wardrobe.”
She nodded, then left me standing looking after her until she disappeared through the doorway and into the bedroom. I sighed, then pushed a hand through my wet hair.
What the fuck was I doing?