His skillful, assertive fingers brought her to the brink, but his dirty talk sent her over the edge. She stared helplessly into his hot and avid gaze, her face flushing and her lips parting to release the soft cry she knew was coming as she fell headlong into the throes of an orgasm so all-consuming she lost all sense of time and place.
Eric’s mouth crashed down on hers, catching the scream before it fully formed and turning it into a long, lingering moan against his lips. Her body quaked, and when he finally, gradually withdrew his fingers, she mourned the loss. Better yet, she wanted to feel him pushing deep inside her, again and again.
He smoothed her dress back down to her knees and drew her into his arms, holding her close with her head on his chest and his lips near her ear. “Jesus Christ, that was so fucking hot,” he growled.
She laughed, but before she could give him all the credit or reach down and unfasten his pants so she could return the favor and get her hands on his rock-hard erection, the sound of someone nearby clearing their throat stopped her from following through on that thought.
She stiffened, mortification settling over her. She squeezed her eyes shut against his chest and didn’t move, but Eric lifted his head and glanced around.
“Oh . . . Hey . . . Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett,” Eric said amicably, as if he hadn’t just had his hand between their daughter’s legs, giving her the best orgasm of her life. “Beautiful night out, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Gene agreed from a distance not too far away, probably closer to the lake. “Lauren and I had the same idea as you two, but clearly you kids are smarter and quicker than we are.”
Evie cringed. Oh my God, no. She untangled herself from Eric’s arms and stood up. “We’re leaving, because I’m not sticking around to watch my parents make out.”
Her father chuckled, the devilish sound telling her that they’d indeed come to this spot for that very reason. “Keep the sex down in the cabin tonight. Don’t want someone to call the ranger to report loud noises, if you know what I mean.”
Eric snickered as they folded the blanket together.
Her mother decided to add her two cents to the conversation. “If she’s not moaning and making noises, how will Eric know he’s hitting all her pleasure zones?”
Evie prayed for the ground to open up and swallow her whole.
With a playful sparkle in his eyes, Eric leaned close and whispered, “I think I managed okay, don’t you?”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “Don’t you start, too. It’ll just encourage them!”
“Trust me,” her father went on, unaware of Eric and Evie’s side conversation. “Eric seems like a smart guy who can figure it out. Besides, most of us don’t need a map, dear.”
“Well, you don’t, anyway.” Her mother giggled.
Blanket folded, Evie called out to her parents. “Good night. See you in the morning.” And before they could see or hear anything between her parents that would scar Evie for life, she power-walked back to the cabin, with Eric keeping pace beside her, chuckling beneath his breath.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eric stood beneath the shower spray in the incredibly tiny stall, where even turning around with his wide shoulders was a bit tricky. When he and Evie had arrived back at the cabin after their run-in with her parents, he’d decided that he needed a few minutes to himself to refresh and reboot, so to speak. Especially after the emotional conversation he’d had with Evie about his sister . . . followed by touching Evie and watching her come apart for him.
He’d gone from one extreme . . . experiencing that gut punch of grief when he thought about his sister and what she’d gone through, to being intimate with a sweet, guileless woman who made him feel things he had no business allowing to infiltrate his heart. Not even a little bit.
He couldn’t say that he’d been surprised when she’d asked about Trisha . . . but he’d been floored that she’d actually cried over his sister. A girl she’d never known. All because he’d been hurting, and she’d felt his pain. Jesus, even his own mother hadn’t shown him that kind of emotion, or acknowledged his grief.
He hadn’t wanted to tell Evie about Trisha and his family, but now that he had, he couldn’t say he regretted sharing his past. As he scrubbed the shampoo through his hair, he admitted that he felt a little lighter inside, like a small burden had been lifted . . . though their conversation didn’t change how he viewed relationships and forever commitments. He’d meant what he’d said to Evie about keeping his relationships casual, and his reasons for doing so. He was too much of a risk factor, and he refused to put any woman through the same agony and heartbreak he’d lived through with Trisha.
He finished rinsing the soap from his body, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he rubbed it through his wet hair, dried off the best he could . . . and realized that he’d left the sleep shorts he’d intended to wear to bed tonight in his bag in the other room. No big deal. He’d just wrap the towel around his waist and go grab them really quick.
As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he came to an abrupt halt, his breath lodging in his throat at the sight of Evie sitting on the edge of the bed a few feet away from him, wearing a tempting dark pink nightie that was hot as fuck. Thin, miniscule straps held up the sexy little number, while pink, see-through lace molded to her lush breasts and sheer material floated down to her thighs.
His cock stirred and stiffened against the scratchy terry material around his waist as he lifted his gaze back to hers. “I . . . uh . . . Is that what you always sleep in?”
She laughed softly, sensually. “No. I bought it a few days ago . . . just in case.”
Her insinuation was clear. She wanted to have sex with him. After what they’d just done down by the lake, he should have been all over her and the invitation she was issuing, but this was Evie, not some random fuck buddy of his. She knew he didn’t do long-term relationships; he’d made that clear earlier. He had strict rules, yet he’d bet all his money in the bank that she was the kind of woman who probably didn’t have much experience in random flings, and yet that’s all this could be.
She was the last person he’d ever want to hurt, because he legitimately cared about her. More than he’d ever thought possible. How the fuck had that even happened?
“Evie . . . I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”
She stood up and closed the distance between them, and his traitorous gaze dipped down to the nipples poking through the pink lace, taunting him with what he couldn’t have. When she stopped about a foot away from him, he dragged his gaze back up to her beautiful face, framed by all that gorgeous, thick brown hair his hands were itching to feel wrapped tight around his fingers again.
“Here’s the deal,” she said, and he didn’t miss the slight vulnerable note to her voice. “I’m not asking you for more than you’re willing to give. And right now, if it’s just sex, then I want it with you. You can’t touch me like you did down by the lake and not expect me to want more.” She swallowed hard. “Unless . . . you’re not interested?”
Shock jolted through him. Jesus, how could she think that after what had happened between them? That he’d pleasured her out of, what, obligation on his part as her pretend boyfriend? Fuck no. He was trying to do the right thing, but his resolve was quickly dwindling. God, he was such a dick for wanting her so much . . . and an even bigger asshole for being greedy and taking what she was offering when he knew he could only give her this weekend.
Taking her hand, he flattened her palm on his bare, damp chest, nearly groaning at the soft, cool contact of her skin on his hot flesh. Desire flared in her eyes as he gradually guided her hand down his body, letting her feel the way his abs tightened at her touch and how his breathing deepened the closer she drifted to his stiff, straining erection.
He tucked her fingers into the knot keeping the towel in place around his hips and gave her a daring smile. “Why don’t you take off my towel and find out for yourself just how intereste
d I am.”
Her tongue skimmed along her bottom lip, and Jesus Christ, his dick pulsed, craving the feel of her soft mouth wrapped around his shaft as she sucked the length deep into her throat. More blood rushed to his groin, stretching his cock tight. If she didn’t follow through, he was going to have to take another shower, this one ice cold, or else he’d never sleep tonight.
“So, what’s it going to be, baby?” he murmured seductively as he toyed with the thin strap of her nightie, so damn tempted to push it off her shoulder so he could see her bare breasts. “Towel . . . or no towel?”
She gave him a brazen smile and tugged on the knot, releasing the swath of terry material, which promptly fell to the floor at his feet, leaving him completely naked. “No towel,” she whispered, and trailed her fingers lower, until they curled around his thick shaft and she stroked him in her fist.
With a guttural groan, he leaned against the wall next to the bathroom, and she stepped closer. She dipped her head, placing a warm, damp kiss on his collarbone, then continued stringing more of them across his chest and along his taut stomach. She settled on her knees in front of him, still holding his dick nice and snug in her hand, and he glanced down, watching as her pretty pink lips parted over the head of his cock, then slid all the way down to the base before she hollowed her cheeks and sucked her way back up to the tip.
His entire body shuddered with pleasure and need. Instinctively, he buried his hands in her hair, tipped his head back against the wall, and selfishly enjoyed the wet, suctioning heat of her mouth working the length of his dick, loving the way she moaned her own appreciation around his cock, how she swiped her tongue over the weeping slit before going back for more.
He hadn’t expected her to go down on him, but fuck . . . for as amazing as her mouth felt, there was no way he was coming down her throat before he’d even had the chance to experience the silken heat of her pussy around his shaft. He tugged her back up to her feet and easily maneuvered her so that their positions were switched and she now had her back up against the wall.
She stared at him in surprise through dark, hazy blue eyes. Her face was flushed with desire, her lips swollen from sucking his dick, and as he held her gaze, he slipped his fingers beneath both straps of her lingerie and pulled them down her arms until the entire nightie drifted its way down to her feet and her breasts were bared to his gaze.
He didn’t hesitate to put his hands on them, squeezing the soft flesh and lightly pinching her stiff nipples until she whimpered and squirmed. Wanting to enjoy every inch of her, he dipped his head and kissed her neck, nuzzling his way down her throat. Her hands shot up, twisting in his hair, tugging on the strands . . . not to pull him away but to hold him closer . . . as if he was going anywhere.
By the time he reached her full, generous tits, his mouth was watering for a taste, and he didn’t deny himself. He latched on to a nipple, sucking gently, laving his tongue over and around the bead of flesh before scraping his teeth across the tip, while his other hand worked the opposite breast, pinching, teasing, and rolling the nipple between his fingers.
The softest, sexiest sounds fell from her lips, and she arched her back against the wall as he kissed his way down her stomach, his hands tracing the indentation of her waist and the lush curves of her hips. He knelt in front of her, his eyes on the sweet, pink lace panties she wore that looked like sexy booty shorts . . . instead of the soft, white cotton he’d expected. Not that he was complaining.
He sat back on his heels and looked up at her flushed, aroused face with a smile. “Face the wall for a sec,” he ordered gently, because there was something specific he was dying to see and put his hands on.
He saw the reluctance in her eyes and refused to let modesty get in the way of his request. “Don’t go all shy on me now, baby. I want to see your perfect ass covered in this pretty lace you wore just for me.”
She did as he asked, resting her arms on the wall with her feet slightly apart as her back curved just enough to jut her hips out in a perfect fucking position. Jesus, between the provocative angle of her bottom and her hair spilling down her bare back and that delicate lace riding high on her ass cheeks, it was all he could do not to stand back up and take her from behind right then and there.
His cock throbbed, and he ignored the ache for now as he smoothed his palms up the backs of her thighs, dipped his thumbs between her legs, and followed the crease of her ass all the way up to the base of her spine. She moaned sensually as he slid his fingers inside the elastic band of her panties and slowly, gradually peeled them down her legs, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on the skin he exposed, until the underwear finally dropped to the floor to join the other half of her outfit.
From where he was kneeling, he could see how wet and swollen her pussy already was, and that’s what he wanted next. “Turn around,” he ordered, and this time, there was zero delay on her part as she faced him again.
Sliding a hand between her thighs and feeling her slick heat coat his fingers, he tipped his head back so he was looking into her eyes, which were glazed with the same lust surging through his veins. He deliberately licked his lips and gave her a wicked, dirty grin. “You know what I want, don’t you?”
Her lashes fell half-mast, and she smiled almost coquettishly, turning into a vixen right before his eyes. “Yes, I think I might have an idea.”
Did she now, he thought in amusement. “Are you going to let me have it?” he asked huskily as he glided his thumb through her pillowy flesh. “Are you going to let me eat this sweet, luscious pussy?”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes, please,” she breathed.
He moved closer, pressing his free hand against Evie’s hip to steady her for what he was about to do. “Put your other leg over my shoulder, sweetheart. I want you nice and open for me.”
She complied, exposing herself to him, and he leaned forward, burying his face between her legs and feasting on her pussy. She gasped in shock, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as his tongue explored and stroked and lashed her clit until she was panting, trembling, and rocking her hips against his mouth in an attempt to chase her building orgasm.
Needy, sultry, desperate sounds fell from her lips, the same kind of noises she’d made down by the lake before she’d splintered apart, and as cruel as it might be for her, he stopped before her climax reached its peak and stood back up.
“Nooo,” she whimpered, shaking her head wildly in disappointment.
“That orgasm fucking belongs to me,” he said gruffly, uncaring that he probably sounded like a possessive asshole as he grabbed the backs of Evie’s thighs and lifted her high enough that she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. He walked with her to the bed, which was only a few steps away. “You’re going to come when I’m as deep as I can get inside of you so I can feel your pussy tightening and squeezing my cock, milking everything out of me.”
His filthy words made her duck her head against his neck and moan in agreement.
Depositing her on the mattress, he pushed her down and came so goddamn close to thrusting inside her bareback until he remembered that he needed a condom. Jesus Christ, he never had sex without protection. Ever. That’s what this woman did to him . . . made him forget all thought, logic, and the rules he’d spent his adult life living by.
The basket of stuff her mother had left for them was on the nightstand within reaching distance, and remembering seeing a twelve pack of rubbers tucked in with all the other interesting items, he fished it out, almost laughing when he read the Ultra Ribbed For Her Pleasure slogan stamped across the front of the box, but damn if he wasn’t grateful to Lauren for providing what he’d stupidly forgotten to bring with him.
He retrieved a foil wrapper, tore it open, and rolled the condom on in record speed before coming back down on top of her. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate his hips, and the head of his cock glided through her slick heat and zeroed in on her center. He pushed in a few inches and paused.
Her eyes flared with panic. “Don’t you dare stop,” she said, grabbing his ass to keep him in place.
He laughed at what a spitfire she’d suddenly become. “Not gonna happen, baby,” he assured her. Not when he was already at the gates of heaven. “Hook your legs around my waist, as high as you can get.”
She obeyed, the position tilting her hips up so he had the best leverage possible, because this was not going to be a slow, leisurely screw. It was going to be hard and fast and maybe even uncivilized since that’s what his body was clamoring for.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered, and drove the rest of the way into her, planting himself to the hilt in one swift, deep plunge.
She sucked in a startled breath, then a blissful sound of pleasure filled his ears as she strained beneath him, and that’s all he needed to hear and feel to know she could take what he was about to deliver. He slid his hands into her hair, holding her head in place as his mouth came down hungrily over hers as she matched his wild, uncontrolled rhythm, her hips lifting and undulating to meet his driving thrusts.
He’d left her on the verge of climax just minutes ago, and it didn’t take long for her to make that climb to the precipice again. She moaned against his lips, and as soon as he felt the beginning of those fluttering sensations he’d experienced around his fingers earlier, he tore his mouth from hers so he could watch her fall over the edge . . . and take him with her this time.
Her blue eyes glazed over with ecstasy, and she bite her bottom lip to hold back her cry of pleasure as her inner muscles rippled around his shaft, throbbing and releasing, until the hot, slick pressure became more than he could resist. He grunted out her name as her body continued to quiver and pulse, coaxing every drop of come right out of him in a mind-numbing release.
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