by Nina Lane
Content to let him believe that, Hannah stretched out and put her feet in his lap. “Thanks for rescuing me.”
He shot her a frown. “I’m still mad that you were out there in the first place. You should never go out on the rocks without checking for weather alerts.”
“I promise I’ll never do it again.” She wiggled her toes against his groin.
Evan muttered something under his breath. Hannah smiled and leaned back against the sofa cushion, her limbs warm and languid. He put his glass down and took hold of her bare feet, rubbing them between his strong hands.
Oh, bliss.
She closed her eyes, letting him massage the soreness right out of her feet. He stroked her soles, pressed his thumbs against her arches, and caressed the pads of her toes. Heat sparked at the point of contact and glided all the way up Hannah’s legs. She sank lower into the cushion, aware that beneath her ankles, the bulge in his flannel pants was getting harder.
“How did you see me out there?” she mumbled.
“From the kitchen window.” He stroked his fingers over her instep. “I thought I’m going to get that woman off the damned rocks and spank her.”
Hannah’s heart jumped. “You did not think that.”
“I did.”
“How did you even know it was me?”
“Lockhart.” Evan’s voice warmed, his mouth turning up at the corners. “I always know when it’s you.”
The area around Hannah’s heart softened. She gave him a slow smile. His hand slid up the top of her foot to her ankle and beneath the hem of the pajama pants.
“You look good in my clothes,” he remarked.
“You look good in your clothes too,” she said. “Deliciously good.”
He curled his hand around her ankle, tugging her closer so her feet crossed his lap and her rear pressed against the side of his hard thigh. He moved his hand farther up her leg to her knee.
Between the hot shower, the scotch, and Evan, Hannah was already lost. She stretched out on the sofa and closed her eyes, letting him continue to rub his hand up and down her leg. Even without the shower and scotch, his touch alone would have melted her from the inside out.
Because his pajama pants were so big on her, he was able to slide his hand beneath them all the way up to her thigh and back down again. Her pulse fluttered. She spread her legs a little in invitation as the slow, languid sweep of his hand warmed her very core.
She opened her eyes. He was watching her, his disheveled hair falling across his forehead. Astonishing how he could trap her with his blue gaze, a universe unto itself. Her nipples pebbled beneath the T-shirt. She reached for the hem, tugging it up over her breasts, but not wanting to take the soft material fully off just yet.
Evan exhaled a heavy breath at the sight of her naked breasts. He stroked his other hand up to squeeze and caress them, his big, tanned hand a striking contrast to her pale skin. Hannah sighed and squirmed, feeling his growing erection pressing against her thigh.
“C’mere,” he muttered gruffly, tugging at the waistband of her pants while simultaneously drawing her closer.
Hannah lifted herself up and draped her arms around his neck. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss. She moaned, loving the scrape of his whisker-rough chin against hers, the way he clutched her hips and shifted her to straddle his lap.
She shoved her hands under his shirt, stroking her palms over the warm, rigid muscles of his chest. He tightened his hold on her hips and pushed her down farther so her sex opened right against his erection.
The sensation of his hard flesh pressed right up against her cleft, with only the thin barrier of their pants separating them, rocked her with a shudder. She wiggled, rubbing her clit against his cock. Her whole body tensed with both pleasure and the urge to move against him until she came. He tugged at her shirt.
“Get this off,” he growled. “I want to see you.”
Hannah yanked the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Cooler air brushed her skin, stiffening her nipples further. Evan pulled her closer, latching his lips around one nipple as if staking his claim.
Not that he had to. A wave of dizziness swept over her. He’d already claimed her. Maybe from the moment he’d first kissed her.
“Come on,” he whispered, gripping her ass. “Work yourself on me.”
Oh my God…
She held on to his shoulders and shifted her lower body, rubbing her clit against the hard bulge barely contained by his drawstring pants. Heat emanated from his cock, flowing into her veins. She bit her lip, holding back a moan as her hips swiveled with increasing frenzy. The material of their pants dampened from a combination of fluids, intensifying the delicious friction. Sweat broke out on Hannah’s skin.
“Evan, I want you inside me,” she whispered, though she was unable to stop herself from writhing on him long enough to divest them completely of their clothes.
“Oh, I will be.” He twisted her nipples between his long fingers. “After you come, I’m going to rip these pants off you and sink my dick into your sweet pussy so deep you scream. Then I’m going to fuck you nice and slow… at first. I want to watch you take my cock in over and over, and then when you start begging for more, I’ll give you more. But you have to earn it… and do you know how you’re going to earn it?”
Hannah groaned, resting her forehead against his as her urgency mounted higher and higher.
“I’m going to make myself come,” she gasped.
“Exactly.” Satisfaction fueled his smoldering gaze.
She grasped the back of the sofa behind him, whimpers streaming from her throat as she pressed her clit onto his erection and writhed. She dragged a hot breath into her lungs. Her breasts bounced. Her legs strained from their splayed position. Her blood burned.
“Evan… Evan, I’m so close… right there… oh, yes… now… now!”
She cried out, thrusting her body down on his. He gripped her hips and held her in place. Pulses of heat burst through her. She shuddered, knowing he would catch her when she slid down the other side.
And he did. She collapsed against him, breathless and quivering. He wrapped his arms around her, his breath hot against the side of her neck, his deep voice a soothing murmur in her ear.
The sensations ebbed, and Hannah came back to her senses. His erection still throbbed against her pussy. She wiggled back on his knees and worked the drawstring of his pants, tugging them down just far enough to release his long, thick cock. Her arousal flared all over again at the sight of him so hard and ready, the plum-colored head damp with moisture, and the shaft pulsing with blood.
Seized with an urge to taste him, she started to slide off his lap and to her knees. Then she stopped, an idea hitting her. Maybe it came from a liquor buzz or excess adrenaline from the storm, but more likely it was this combustible heat she and Evan generated. She half expected to see sparks when their bodies rubbed together.
“Take off your clothes.” She sat up, her breathing fast. “And wait here.”
Evan muttered a noise of protest but let her go. Hannah hurried into the kitchen and grabbed the canister of whipped cream from the fridge. She returned to the living room, where Evan was taking a condom packet out of his wallet. Her body surged anew at the sight of him sprawled naked on the sofa, both feet planted on the floor. He tossed the wallet on the side table and took hold of his erection.
For a moment, she just stared at him—his strong thighs and muscular arms, the slopes of his pecs bisected by the scar that only enhanced his masculine beauty. She admired his washboard abs with that trail of hair leading straight to his erect cock. Which stood straight up from his groin as if in invitation, his hand curled loosely around the shaft.
Hannah shivered. She crossed the room to him, her clit pulsing between her damp folds. Evan’s gaze went from her swaying breasts to the canister she held. His eyebrows rose.
She paused in front of him and shook the can. Heated expectation stretched between them. Lowering herself to he
r knees, she twisted the cap off the canister and edged between his thighs. His cock was a tantalizing few inches from her mouth. She upended the can and squeezed a line of whipped cream right down his abdomen.
He twitched, his breath escaping in a rush. Hannah shot him a grin and lowered her head. Like a cat, she lapped up the thick cream, swirling her tongue over the ridges of his abs and into his navel. Erotic tension coiled through his muscles.
Hannah drew a few more little patterns around his abdomen and up to his chest, deliberately avoiding touching his cock even though her naked breasts brushed against it with almost every movement. Evan’s breath sawed through the air, his tension mounting until he reached down to curl his fingers into her hair.
“Lockhart,” he growled. “I’m about to grab you and jack myself off between those gorgeous tits if you don’t stop teasing me.”
Hannah’s heart crashed against her ribs at the thought of him thrusting his cock back and forth in her cleavage. She was tempted to keep teasing him just to reach that end, but she wanted to finish her task.
She moved back and squeezed a line of whipped cream over the throbbing length of his shaft, then lowered her head to take him full into her mouth. Evan groaned, tightening his hand in her hair. The taste of him combined with the sweet cream fired Hannah with lust.
With a muffled moan, she worked her head back and forth, taking him in as deep as she could, sucking and licking. She gripped his tense thighs with one hand and used the other to reach below and fondle his testicles. He was far too big for her to suck all the way into her mouth, so she wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and stroked. She moved away only long enough to apply more whipped cream before sliding him past her lips again.
“Ah, fuck, that’s good, baby.” Evan watched her, his hand in her hair and his eyes burning. “Christ, you look fucking incredible… suck it harder, nice and deep… oh, shit, yeah…”
He thrust upward, swiftly but not fast enough to be startling. Hannah squeezed his shaft and sucked, feeling his tension break the instant before hot jets of semen filled her mouth. After swallowing as much as she could, she pulled back, panting and rather astonished to see that he was still hard.
“Get up here,” Evan ordered, fumbling to rip open the condom packet.
She couldn’t move fast enough. In seconds, he’d sheathed his cock and hauled her up onto the sofa. She was spreading her legs for him before she was halfway to her back. He plunged into her with thrust that jolted a cry from her throat.
Then they fucked—hard, deep, delicious. Their lips met, clung, separated. The sound of their heartbeats filled the thick, heavy air. She dug her fingernails into his back. He buried his face in her neck. She tightened her pussy around him in the way she knew he liked as he drove into her, hitting the sweet spot that made her come almost violently. When she was still quaking with pleasure, he sank into her and stilled, his rough shout of release hot against her skin.
They collapsed on the sofa that wasn’t big enough for both of them, but somehow Evan shifted them around so she was splayed over his long body. She pressed a line of kisses over the scar bisecting his chest, making her way up over his neck and chin until she reached his mouth.
“You did it,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his.
“Did what?” His voice was a sleepy murmur.
“You found my sweet tooth.”
He grinned lazily. She tucked her head beneath his chin and closed her eyes. He threaded his fingers through her hair. Cafuné.
As Hannah drifted to sleep, an unguarded realization made its way to the front of her mind.
With all her travel experience, she knew how to both arrive and depart a town or a city. She knew when to leave, what to pack, and sometimes where she was going next. But now, for the first time, she had no idea how she was going to leave.
Chapter
SEVENTEEN
Evan rolled over in bed and opened his eyes. Dawn light slanted through the blinds in his bedroom. Hannah sat on the chair by the window with a cup of coffee, her hair long and messy around her shoulders.
Wearing the striped knee socks she’d had on yesterday and his navy T-shirt, she looked both adorably tousled and so damned sexy that heat sparked through Evan’s veins. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of her. She was like an endless chili-chocolate cake, a mixture of sweet and spicy wrapped into one delicious, creamy package.
He could still taste her on his lips. His cock twitched. He wanted to walk over to her, spread her long legs, and bury his face in her pussy until she gripped his hair and begged him to make her come.
Hannah glanced up. Evan realized he’d groaned aloud.
“Morning.” She held up her mug. “There’s coffee, if you want some.”
“C’mere,” he ordered gruffly.
Her eyebrows lifted, but she set her mug aside and obediently padded back over to the bed. He liked it when she obeyed. He also liked it when she took control. Hell, he liked her any way he could get her.
He pushed the sheet aside and shifted onto his back. Hannah’s lips parted on an O of surprise as she saw the hardening bulge in his boxer briefs. Her gaze flew to his.
“Really?” she breathed.
“Last night was just a warm-up.” He stuck his hand into his boxers and grabbed his shaft. “This time, you’re going to do the work.”
A visible shudder ran through her, even as a flash of teasing defiance lit in her eyes.
“What if I don’t want to?” she countered.
“Then I’ll make good on my promise to spank you.”
She folded her arms and pursed her lips, which made him want to kiss her. “I’m not in the mood for spanking,” she announced.
“Are you in the mood for a fucking?”
“Maybe…” She glanced at his erection again.
Evan groaned and squeezed his shaft. “Come on, honey. Ride me.”
“God,” Hannah whispered, rubbing the back of her neck. “And here I thought you were such a nice guy.”
“I’m a nice guy who wants to see his nice girl bouncing up and down on his cock until she comes like a rocket.”
Hannah shivered again, a flush rising to her cheeks. Locking her gaze to his, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it off, revealing her pale, burnished body. Evan’s cock jerked to full hardness at the sight of her, all curves and soft skin, her nipples budding up into tight points that begged for his touch.
He shoved his boxers off, letting his cock rise upward. Hannah stared at it and licked her lips. He almost grabbed her and hauled her to him, but he wanted her to make the first… okay, the second move. And he really wanted to see her riding him.
Hannah took a condom from the nightstand and moved to straddle him. She settled back on his thighs, taking his dick in her warm hand as she rolled the condom slowly over his shaft.
Evan tensed. Pressure collected at his groin. Maintaining self-control around Hannah was not easy. Especially not with her delectable ass pressing against his thighs, and her hair falling around her naked body… and Christ, she’d left her knee socks on, which was almost disturbingly sexy.
He gripped her hips, urging her upward. “Do it.”
She lifted her body and braced her hands on his chest. “Put it inside me.”
Evan grabbed his dick and positioned it right at her slit. He knew without needing to touch her that she was already slick and ready. Hannah curled her fingers against his chest and sank down on his shaft, a slow, easy movement that had him gritting his teeth with pleasure.
Fuck fuck fuck. She was heaven. Her hot, honeyed warmth encased him like a glove, her inner muscles squeezing and rippling around him. She lifted her body and brought it down again. Heat flooded him. He tightened his hold on her hips.
With a moan, Hannah tossed her head back and rode him in earnest, her movements increasing in pace. Her body jostled with every descent, her ass slamming against his thighs and her breasts swaying.
Evan would
n’t last long, not with the combined onslaught of Hannah’s pussy gripping him and the sight of her gorgeous body bouncing up and down. Her knee socks rasped against his sides as she worked herself on him, her skin flushed pink and her eyes half-closed.
“Oh my God, Evan, I feel you so deep.” She gasped, spreading a hand over her belly. “All the way up here…”
She slid her hand down to her clit, her fingers brushing against his slick shaft as he plunged in and out of her. Evan clenched his teeth, using every ounce of self-control to hold back while he watched her bring herself to orgasm. He knew the instant she started to come, tiny ripples coursing through her body before building into a wave that wrenched a cry from her throat.
Evan clutched her waist, driving up into her as deep as he could go. He came with a groan, shooting inside her with an explosive force that arched him off the bed at the same time that Hannah sank down, enclosing him in her body.
“Oh, you are so bad for me,” she whispered, falling across his chest in a soft, damp bundle of sweetness. “I’d intended to get home and wrestle with my book proposal before my shift.”
“I’ll make a superhuman effort to leave you alone tonight so you can work.” He stroked his hands down her back and squeezed her ass, then plucked at the elastic of her knee sock. “You got any more of these?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to have to wear them more often.”
Hannah’s laugh was muffled against his shoulder. “All-righty then. Only for you.”
“Good.”
He pressed his lips to her temple. He’d never felt so right with a woman before. He’d known the moment he first saw her that his pull toward her was inordinately powerful. Kissing her at the auction had only intensified his need, but he’d ignored his own warnings to keep his distance.
After all, when it came to relationships, he controlled his heart. This fling with Hannah would be no different. Not even if he wanted it to be.
*
Evan slid scrambled eggs onto two plates and brought them over to the Formica table. Hannah, still wearing nothing but his T-shirt and knee socks, sat at one of the chairs, her gaze on the windows overlooking the ocean, whipped with whitecaps, and the gray morning sky.