Finally, she made it to the boardwalk, the ocean breeze whipping her hair around. She felt as crazed as the wind blowing in off the water. The salty air assaulted her senses, and she hastily wiped her eyes. At least out here, with the sun setting, no one would notice her tears. They continued to fall, embarrassment and hurt competing within her. She was the one who’d told Evan to leave the other night, so why did it hurt so much seeing him with another woman tonight? Why was she letting this guy get under her skin?
It stung that she hadn’t brought a man to her place in months, and the first one she finally let in moved on without so much as a backward glance. Nor had he given a second thought to her feelings. Not that he owed her anything, but geez. Rebecca was dating Patrick—certainly Evan would realize that his scene in the bar might get back to her whether he expected to run into her tonight or not. Couldn’t he at least have been a little more discreet?
She didn’t need this kind of drama in her life.
“Ali!”
She didn’t even know that Evan was behind her, but a second later, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her back. She collided into Evan’s solid chest, and he held her there, his front to her back. His warmth and strength surrounded her, the scent that was pure Evan filling her with both comfort and desire. She was supposed to be running from him, upset and angry, so why did his embrace feel so good?
Her body didn’t care that her heart felt as fragile as glass, about to be shattered into a million little pieces again. It wanted nothing but Evan.
He rested his chin on her head, his large body holding her close. “Don’t cry,” he murmured, and it took a second for her to realize that she was shaking in his arms.
“Just leave me alone.”
“You ran out of there like the place was on fire.”
“You were kissing her,” she said, hating the tears that fell. She swatted at them, trying to pull free.
Evan released her but caught her elbow as she began to walk away, turning her to face him. “She kissed me. I sure as hell don’t want to be kissing any woman but you.”
“It sure didn’t look that way,” she snapped.
A stray tear ran down her cheek, and she swiped it away, watching as Evan’s eyes softened.
“You’re the one that told me to leave the other night.”
“I just—” she looked away, more tears falling. What did she want?
“I don’t want any other woman. I can’t get you out of my mind, Ali.”
“Evan….”
“I want to finish what we started the other night,” he said, his voice rough. It was sexy as hell. His blue eyes sparked with desire, and despite the hurt and her tears, she wanted him. Maybe even because it had hurt to see him with someone else, she wanted him more. The sight of him kissing that other woman had sent jealousy coursing through her entire body. She didn’t want Evan’s lips on another woman. Didn’t want his hands touching someone else.
It was her that needed his tender kisses, his sweet caresses, and those soft lips brushing over her skin. She’d completely surrendered to him the other night, letting him command her body in ways no man ever had before, and she couldn’t fathom being that intimate with someone else. Couldn’t imagine some other man touching her the way he did.
She didn’t want another man; she wanted him.
The air between them grew thick as Evan stepped closer, his focus only on her.
“I need you, Ali.”
“This wouldn’t work,” she pleaded. Her heart was palpitating so quickly, she was certain it was about to pound right out of her chest. Why the hell did she have to want him so damn much?
“I know.” He caught her face between two massive hands and ducked down, planting a kiss on her lips. It was hot, aggressive, and controlling.
“We just can’t be together,” she gasped.
“I know.” Another searing kiss.
“I just can’t—”
The rest of the words never came as Evan claimed her mouth with his own. His tongue swept into her mouth, dancing with hers as she surrendered to him. He tasted of whiskey and something else dark and distinctively Evan. His clean scent surrounded her—no aftershave tonight. A hint of sweat clung to his skin, no doubt from chasing her down the block all the way from Anchors. The hint of salt somehow added to his musky appeal, making her want him all that much more. He was all male. Big and strong, commanding, controlling—everything that she wasn’t.
Thank God he hadn’t just let her run off like a fool.
He backed her against the railing of the boardwalk, and she clung to him, helpless to the feelings of lust and desire washing over her. His massive body towered over hers, and she wanted all of him. Desperately.
“I need you, Ali,” he muttered, his voice gravel. “Right now.”
His thick erection pressed into her belly, and she felt her panties dampen with her arousal. Damn Evan for making her feel this way. For stirring up desires and longings she never should have with a guy like him.
His hands slid to her bottom, cupping and squeezing, and he pulled her closer as she gasped.
It felt so good pressing up against Evan’s solid frame. To feel how aroused he was for her. He was muscular and solid, pure alpha male wanting to control and dominate. To please and sate. And her body couldn’t get enough.
“Where’d you park?” she managed to ask.
“A block away. Come on,” he said, tugging on her hand.
“Wait, I should text Rebecca first,” she said pulling free of his grasp.
“I told her I’d make sure you got safely home.” His eyes were dark with lust and arousal, blue as sapphires under the darkening sky. He took her hand again, lacing his thick fingers between her own, and they hurried down the block to his car.
The sun had already set as they walked into the darkened parking garage. Sounds from the street filtered in—music thumping from stereos, car horns, snippets of conversation. But the inside was completely silent.
They were all alone.
Alison saw Evan’s massive SUV parked in a far corner. It was exactly the type of parking spot she’d avoid because it was so secluded, but Evan was six-feet-plus of solid muscle. A Navy SEAL. It wasn’t like anyone would mess with him. They walked to the passenger door, right next to the far wall of the garage. Evan clicked the remote to unlock the doors, the chirp-chirp echoing throughout the walls of concrete. Alison reached for the handle, but Evan suddenly gripped her hips from behind her, pushing her against the SUV.
“Evan, someone will see us,” Alison whispered frantically as his hands slid to her breasts and he ground his erection into her ass.
“I won’t let anyone see you.”
The gauzy sundress she had on did nothing to conceal her from him. She might as well have been wearing absolutely nothing at all. His hands kneaded and caressed her aching breasts, and his large frame bent over hers, shielding her. Dominating her. He plucked at her nipples, which had peaked beneath the thin material. He teased and tormented her, causing her to gasp and rock back against him.
One muscular hand slid to her thigh, and he teasingly traced upward toward her throbbing center.
“What kind of sexy panties do you have on today?” Evan growled, nipping at her earlobe.
“Evan,” she moaned. Her mind was screaming at her that this was a bad idea, but her body just didn’t care. Couldn’t resist. Evan’s touch felt too good. She was too worked up from earlier, adrenaline still coursing through her body. Every touch, every kiss of Evan’s was sending her higher, building her up even more. When she finally fell, she’d never be the same.
He grazed her inner thigh with his fingertips, slowly, confidently, finally reaching her center. She was already drenched, aching for him. He slipped his hand inside her panties and cupped her sex. The way his hand rested there, between her silky underwear and bare lips, was driving her absolutely wild. It was possessive and sexy as hell. She was his, whether she wanted to be or not. Evan was once again in
complete and utter control.
She sighed softly as he eased his fingers through her wet folds, teasing and caressing her. No other man’s touch had ever made her feel this way—so lost, so teetering on the edge, and so completely at his mercy. His fingers fluttered against her, and she nearly lost it right there.
Evan’s other large hand squeezed one breast, and she gasped, desire overtaking her. He slid two thick fingers into her molten core, filling and stretching her. Possessing her. She gasped, and slowly, he began pumping them in and out.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” Alison gasped, helplessly thrusting against him. She needed more. She needed everything.
He lightly bit her neck, sending shivers through her entire body. He owned her—mind, body, and soul. She couldn’t move away if she wanted to—her very existence centered on Evan and the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.
His fingers slid upward to her clit, tracing her arousal around the swollen nub. She cried out as shockwaves began to burst through her body. She was about to come any second, unable to hold back from the onslaught of pleasure. “I bet you’ll feel so good, baby,” Evan murmured huskily into her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
His fingers swirled faster and faster, and heat coiled down from her center, spreading through her entire body. The waves of her orgasm began to overtake her, and she was about to be pulled under, helpless to the pleasure Evan sought from her. He pinched her nipple through her flimsy dress and worked his hand in her panties even faster. She glanced down, completely aroused at seeing his large hand touching her so intimately. She was still completely dressed, but Evan was building her higher and higher, commanding her body, just as he’d done in her bed a few days ago.
She hung on the edge of a precipice, moaning Evan’s name. She was so lost she didn’t even care if anyone could hear her. His thick fingers speared her again, filling her as she clamped down around him. He ground the heel of his palm against her clit, working it against her, and she cried out as she shattered in Evan’s arms. He didn’t let up, and she helplessly bucked against his hand as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.
Gasping, she collapsed against his SUV, Evan’s hand still cupping her breast, his other hand still inside her. It was hotter than anything she’d experienced before, save for the way Evan had pleasured her the other night with his tongue. Holy hell.
“Fuck me running,” Evan muttered. She could feel his rock hard erection pressing up against her bottom as he hunched over her body, shielding her from view. Not that anyone could see them in the dark corner, tucked between the wall and his massive SUV, but she loved that protective instinct in him.
Once again, Evan was fully aroused just from pleasuring her. It must be some macho, alpha male instinct to satisfy a woman so thoroughly, because none of her exes had seemed quite so pleased by that feat. Or seemed quite so determined to send her flying that high. Holy crap.
As she slowly floated back down to earth, gasping for breath, Alison quietly laughed. “How about standing?”
“What?” Evan asked, removing his hand from her panties and softly kissing the back of her neck. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin, and his tongue slowly trailed down the side of her neck, causing her to shiver.
“You said ‘fuck me running.’”
Evan chuffed out a laugh. “I’m not fucking you standing here in the parking lot. I’m taking you home with me. Making love to you. And not letting you out of my bed until morning.”
Chapter 15
Evan hauled Alison into his arms as they stepped through his front door, holding her lithe body in front of him. He palmed her ass, squeezing it tightly and pulling her against his throbbing erection. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs clamped around his waist. Hell. She was clinging to him like she was desperate for him to take her. And hell if he didn’t want anything more in the world. He kissed her, tasting the sweetness that was pure Alison. He ground his swollen cock against her core, and she moaned. His bedroom was too damn far away.
He carried her a few feet into the kitchen, hastily setting her down on the counter as he brushed aside the mail. It fell to the floor, but his eyes were too busy feasting on her. Her gorgeous legs dangled over the edge, and he stepped in close, feeling the heat from her sex against his groin.
“Evan,” she gasped as he rubbed himself enticingly against her. Her strawberry blonde hair fell straight around the white sundress she had on. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, the swells of them looking completely sumptuous as he gazed down at her. She looked gorgeous, like some sort of goddess sent especially for him. And he was ready to partake in everything she offered.
“Hang on, baby.” He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, searching a condom, and felt Alison fumbling with the button on his pants. She finally got it open and slipped a hand inside, gripping his throbbing length through his boxer briefs. “Oh, hell, Ali,” he groaned. He ground his teeth against the electricity shooting through him. He would explode if she kept this up.
He let her stroke him for a moment and then reluctantly removed her hand. She started to protest, but he pushed the straps from her sundress to the sides, kissing her bare shoulders. She had a light dusting of freckles over her fair skin, giving her a certain innocence. How ironic since she was a few years older than him—a fact she seemed determined to remind him of nearly every chance she got. He may have been younger than her, but he was in charge tonight.
Her citrusy scent washed over him, and he felt his groin tighten. He tugged the top of her dress down, along with her bra, and her pert breasts spilled over the top. She was small and perfect. Her chest heaved as he kissed his way across. She was sweet. Sexy. He moved slowly, taking his time to explore as he felt her shudder. He sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth, lightly flicking his tongue back and forth. Alison arched her back and cried out, jutting her breasts further toward him.
He growled in approval and then moved to her other breast, lavishing it with equal attention. He sucked the taut bud until Alison grabbed onto his shoulders, gasping. Hell.
Evan reached beneath her dress, and Ali shifted, allowing him to drag down her white satiny panties. One of these days he wanted to watch her walk around his apartment, wearing nothing but some of that skimpy, sexy lingerie. She had on another matching bra and panties set but had no idea she’d end up at his place tonight. What would she wear if they actually planned a hot night together?
He gripped Alison’s hips, pulling her to the very edge of the counter. “Evan,” she whimpered.
“Lean back,” he commanded, his voice rough. She did as he asked, resting on her elbows so she could watch him. Her rosy mouth parted, her cheeks flushed, and her long hair cascaded down behind her. He longed to wrap it around his fist, pull her head toward him, and sink his rock-hard erection into her perfect little mouth, letting her suck him until he went crazy.
First things first.
He was going to drive his woman completely senseless.
He tossed her legs over his shoulders, and she was once again completely spread open for him. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and his mouth watered as he ducked closer to kiss her core. She trembled as he hovered right above her sex, ready to consume her. He would do this every single night for this woman. She didn’t even realize how lost she made him. How completely enraptured he was whenever she was near.
He teased and licked her, thoroughly exploring all of her folds with his tongue while she writhed on the counter. She was soft, wet, and completely swollen, dripping with arousal. Lapping up her juices was like enjoying the most succulent nectar. He’d never, ever have enough of the taste of Alison on his tongue. Of the feel of her drenched folds against his lips. He sucked her clit into his mouth, softly working it as he drove her higher and higher. Her breathing hitched, and she arched back, crying out his name as she exploded for him, fluttering against his mouth and tongue.
She was bare. Dripping wet for him. Beautiful.
Fuck.
There was nothing as goddamn sexy as the way Alison came for him. The way she allowed him to give her pleasure made him harder than steel. Waves of possessiveness washed over him. Alison was his. He didn’t want any other man kissing or touching her. Caressing her. Pleasuring her.
He was going to claim her and make her his own. He’d sink so deeply inside her tight channel that she’d be ruined for any other man. He’d already had her tonight with his fingers and tongue. Now he needed his throbbing cock deep inside her core, filling her, branding her as his own.
Evan stood, gripping her shaking legs in his hands. “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured.
“Take me to bed, Evan. I need you.”
He collected her against his chest and strode down the hall, gently placing her onto the king-sized mattress. He hadn’t brought a woman here before, either into his apartment or his bed, preferring instead to spend the night at their place. Easier to leave in the morning.
But with Alison?
He wanted it all.
She quickly removed her bunched-up dress, lifting it above her head as he whipped off his shirt and pants. He sheathed himself and then crawled onto the bed, prowling over her body. The way she gazed up at him slayed him. It was helpless, desperate, and as nearly as far gone in lust and desire as him.
His cock brushed up against her sex, and he teased her folds, pacing himself. She was so wet for him. So ready. Alison took his throbbing erection into her hand and guided him to her entrance. He eased inside, the head of his cock just pushing into her velvety heat. She was so tight. He tried to go slow, gentle, until it was impossible to hold back.
He inched in further, finally seating himself deep inside, knowing he’d found heaven right here.
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