He was working on something else too, on the other side of the island. A cottage, he’d told her, that had been in ruins and he was beginning to restore. He promised to take her there to show it to her when she was stronger.
These last few days with Evan were all so surreal. Like some world she had conjured up with just the two of them in it, isolated, safe. She wondered sometimes if she wasn’t really dead at the bottom of that boat she had stolen in the Maine harbor, dripping blood to mix with the rain, and this was some heaven she had been lucky enough to end up in when she died. Some reward for all the broken bones and insanity of her adolescence.
“That feels so good, Evan,” she crooned as he massaged her shoulders and she felt him freeze. Opening her eyes, she glanced over her shoulder and the way he was looking at her made her want to make him feel good as well.
Before she could question the thought, she turned around and climbed onto his lap, sifting her fingers through his hair and rubbing the crotch of her sweatpants against the erection beneath the fly of his jeans, feeling the electric pleasure of it as he let out a slight groan.
She kissed him, just lips at first, then tongue, then something else entirely. Something more, and he reciprocated, his hands on the small of her back, rubbing slowly.
On the main floor of this lighthouse oasis Evan had built, he had a huge library filled with every kind of book imaginable—classics and mysteries and philosophy and fantasy. He had a wall of DVDs in his bedroom that spanned a hundred years of films and more racks of vinyl records stacked up in the corners of every room than she had ever seen in one place.
Evan Reynolds had something on his island for every amusement.
But there was only one “amusement” Andrea wanted right now. And to even call it an amusement felt like a misnomer. It should be called sustenance. She needed it. She needed him. Her kisses turned frantic and his hands slid to her shoulders to tug her away. He was hard and throbbing beneath where she knew she was wet and opening for him even now.
Coming up on her knees, she started to untie her sweatpants and, though he watched, his words didn’t match the intense look in his eyes as he did so. “You’re not well enough.”
“I am too.”
He rubbed her back as she pulled her sweatpants slowly down, and his hands slid down to pet each inch of her ass as she bared it, until he brought one hand in front to dip between her thighs. She widened her stance as he inserted a careful finger inside her and she used it, this one part of him, to give herself a small modicum of relief, rotating her hips, riding him just that little bit, though what she really needed inside her was kept safely zipped up inside his jeans.
“Why are you doing this right now?” he asked, low.
“Because I want to.”
Sliding off his lap, she tugged her sweatpants completely off so she was bare on bottom, the T-shirt she was wearing skimming the tops of her thighs, and then she leaned over and went to his jeans, unsnapping.
The late-afternoon sun bathed the all-windows room in an orange light, mellow and warm. As she carefully slid the zipper of his jeans down and came between his legs, he widened them and she knelt on the plush shag rug in front of the sofa, widening her own legs as well, feeling the cool air between her thighs. Once she had his fly unzipped, she shoved the white cotton of his briefs aside and took the hot, silky length of him in her grip as he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Paying up?” he muttered.
She froze. “What?”
Clapping his hands over hers on his cock, he forced her to slide them up and down the length. “Do you think you owe me this?”
She jerked on his throbbing cock, hard, and his ass slid a little farther forward on the couch.
“What if I did?” she taunted.
He leaned his head back against the cushions. “I’d feel like a shit.”
“But you’d still want it, wouldn’t you?” Batting his hands away, she took over completely, dipping her thumb in the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his very fine, very hard cock and spreading it over the thick head, leaning down unthinkingly to kiss it. He gasped and his hands fisted at his sides. He wasn’t even touching her, she realized, but she was more turned-on than she had ever been.
“What were you dreaming about?” he got out in a tight voice.
“This,” she teased.
He shook his head. “Like hell. You were scared.”
Completely untutored, she opened her mouth and took as much of him in as she could, though it wasn’t even half. He tasted salty and hot and wanting.
As he groaned, his glittering green eyes hooded, she kissed the head of his cock, preparing to take him deep again, and he asked, “Do you think I helped you because this was all I wanted?”
When she would have engulfed him again, he pulled away and stood up. Her mouth felt puffy and swollen from the girth of him and she asked the most logical question given her circumstances. “Was I doing it wrong?”
He stared down at her. “Fuck. Who the hell are you?” he muttered. “You’ve never given head?”
Rising to her feet, she reached for the sweatpants and he yanked them away. “You haven’t, have you?”
“So what? So what does that prove?”
He shook his head. “Hell if I know.”
“So teach me.”
“I’m taking care of you, Andrea!” he said hotly. “Not grooming you to be some kind of a sexual slave or something.”
She smiled, not able to help herself.
“What?” he snapped.
“Nothing.” She held out her hand for her sweats and he handed them over this time. “It’s sweet,” she murmured, pulling them on.
“Fuck you.”
“Promises, promises.” She headed for the circular stairway. “I’m making dinner tonight.”
She’d get back to the seduction when they both had a full stomach.
* * * * *
That night, though, Evan tried to throw her off early on.
He changed into baggy sweatpants in the bathroom—that was nothing new—but then when he came out he casually mentioned that he would be sleeping in the guest room.
He couched it in a lot of concern over her stitches and whatnot, but she knew it was just because he was finally admitting to himself that he was frustrated sleeping next to her, or next to a woman’s body anyway, and not being able to use it. Maybe that was all she was to him. A woman’s body. She didn’t know what he was to her, but she knew how she felt. She had slept next to him these past few nights, cuddled in his arms, and awoken to the feel of his powerful erection against her bottom. She had savored the hot excitement of his hard cock in her mouth this afternoon, however briefly. She wanted him and she was frustrated too.
Especially since there was no need for either of them to be.
It was pitch black outside as Evan made his noise about heading off to the guest room. Shaking her head, she pulled his head down to her and kissed him, long and slow, licking his lips, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. He kissed her back, so she supposed that was some kind of progress, but he held himself in check too. Despite that she could feel the evidence of his enthusiasm hard against her stomach, he pulled back, unwinding her arms from his neck. “Good night, Andrea.”
“Stay with me,” she whispered. “Really stay with me.”
“Why?”
“Because we both want you to.”
He hesitated. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I’m the one who showed up shipwrecked on your shores and barged into your life. I think I’m the one taking advantage of you.”
He smiled. “I don’t mind.”
“Then make love to me.”
He ran his thumb along her lower lip, causing her to shiver. “I don’t suppose there’s any use in pretending I’m not dying to.”
She nipped his thumb. “Good. That settles it. Because I’m getting cold.” Backing toward the bed, she pulled him with her.
“But you’re hurt
, Andrea. Maybe not thinking straight.”
“Believe me, I always think straight. And I’m strong, Evan. Stronger than you could imagine. I want you. You know I do. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.” That last part just slipped out, but it was true and he didn’t make a big deal about it, so she hurried on. “You won’t hurt me. You’ll be careful. I know you will.”
Scooting back on the already turned-down bed, she was tremendously gratified that he climbed in beside her. Her hands went to his sweatshirt, pulling it over his head until his hard, tanned chest was bare and then untying the drawstring of his sweatpants. His cock twitched as she slid those off too and she pushed him onto his back, climbing over him. “When you undressed in that bedroom at your father’s party that first time, I couldn’t believe how beautiful you were.”
He snorted. “Hardly.”
She ran her hand along his rock-hard stomach, feeling it clench as she gently prodded each defined muscle of one exquisite six-pack. “I was mesmerized. I knew I should tell you who I really was and feign embarrassment and back out, but I just couldn’t. I wanted you.” She clenched his cock, sliding along the smooth, hard hot surface. “I wanted this, inside me.”
“Yeah, well, you got it. In about two seconds flat is my recollection. I’m not sure I was at my best, I was so horny.” He untied the drawstring to her own loose sweatpants, three sizes too big and rolled up at the bottom. “And you were, you are, so incredibly lovely.”
“Am I?”
He slid her bottoms off, carefully, and then her T-shirt, looking at her naked body. “God, yes.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I want you so much I’m afraid I won’t—”
“Stop. Just take what you want.”
She lay back, opening her legs, and he touched her gently, rubbing her clit, sliding a finger up her wet pussy, swirling it inside before coming up on his side beside her. He leaned down and kissed her hip, her belly, the little tuft of hair that protected her clit, her mons no longer waxed and smooth. She didn’t even know why she had kept it waxed in her Stepford secretary days. It was as if it kept her in character somehow. She felt more like herself now. Whoever the hell that was.
Scooting down, he pushed her thighs wide open and his tongue lapped at her clit and the opening to her pussy, prompting a sigh as she sifted her fingers through his hair.
How could some men bring so much pleasure and others so much pain? Was this man even the same species as men like her uncle and his kind? It was hard to fathom.
She moaned and bucked her hips and he reared up quickly above her. “I would love to eat you out, all night as a matter of fact, but first I have to be inside you.”
Rolling off the bed, he went into the bathroom and came back quickly with a pack of condoms. “Thank God I had these left from last time I went chasing after you.”
Her eyes slid closed as she heard him rip a condom open and then he held himself above her, kissing her neck gently and whispering, “You sure this is okay?”
In response, she brought her hands to the hard planes of his ass and tugged him into her. As the pulsing, full length of his cock filled her, she blanked her mind of everything but this man. God, he felt so good inside her. She groaned.
Unlike the other times they had made love, so many months before, he didn’t give her his weight as he slid his cock in and then out of her. He held himself above her, in deference to her wound presumably. He had to, she knew, but she missed the feel of his slick, hot body flush against hers. And yet still, she felt as if he was made for her, so thick and hard and pleasurable in what he gave her.
Her hands wandered along his hard shoulders as she opened her thighs wider, tipped her hips up more, gave herself over to his slow, long thrusts, filling her and then that slow, pleasurable slide out again.
“Your pussy is drenched,” he muttered, his pace going a little faster, and she smiled.
“I think you have a little something to do with that.”
His half-smile stopped her heart. “Little?”
His thrust that time made her feel as if she couldn’t breathe. “Everything,” she amended as he reached one hand down to her clit, flicking lightly while his cock worked its magic.
“Oh,” she groaned, inarticulate with it as the pad of his middle finger rubbed lightly, perfectly.
“Harder? Or softer?”
“Perfect,” she murmured, not at all embarrassed to say it so plainly out loud. “Perfect. Are you going to try to make me talk dirty again?” she asked with a little laugh. “Because remember, I’m not that good at it.”
“You don’t have to talk, baby. You just…”
He ground his lips into hers, his tongue exploring and she came, letting it fill his mouth. But he kept thrusting, and when she came again, she wrenched her mouth away, determined to bring him with her, squeezing his very fine, very hard butt cheek as he thrust into her, and with a groan he came as well.
Chapter Six
“You were a great deal more controlled this time, Evan, than you were the last time we slept together. Been keeping your appetite in check these past few months, have you?”
On his elbow, his other hand draped lightly across her torso, below her bandage, he looked down at her. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you’ve been—how do they put it—getting some? Been taking plenty of trips into town to take the edge off, I guess?”
He showed no reaction. Then he said, “Would that matter?”
“Of course not. I’m just remarking.”
He dropped down to kiss her, running his tongue along her lower lip, and she shivered with it. “Not desperate enough for you, Andrea? Is that what turned you on with me that first time? Do you like a man only when he’s on his knees, dying for you?”
“I don’t recall you on your knees, Evan.”
“No? Let’s try it, then.” He slid down the bed and came up on his knees between her legs, pulling the cradle of her pussy toward him.
“Oh, literally, you mean,” she breathed, trying to stay flippant, which was rather difficult when he was carefully opening the lips of her cunt with his thumbs and bringing her clit up to his mouth, tasting her. Okay, that felt…okay, incredible. She bit her lip as he sucked her lightly, tormenting her until she was panting. She was the one dying for him now, her fingers tangled in his hair. Her first orgasm from his mouth came quickly, sharply, and he didn’t allow her to come down, sliding two fingers up her slick, puffy pussy, working her while he continued to kiss and suck her clit, relentlessly urging her toward another orgasm.
When she came again, she dug her heels into the bed, arching up into him, crying out, shattered, floating down as he pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed her own wetness against her sensitive nipples, bending to lick it off them, then fiercely sucking each reddened tip. His hard cock pulsed against her thigh.
“God, I want to fuck you,” he muttered against her breast as he flexed into her inner thigh, so evocative it felt as if he had entered her.
“You just did, a few minutes ago,” she pointed out.
“I want to fuck you barebacked. Nothing between us,” he said in a low voice.
Not sure if he was asking or not, she admitted, lamely, “I’m not on anything.”
He kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue. “If you were,” he said, “would you let me?”
“Do you like that?” she asked and he laughed, low.
“Wouldn’t know. I’ve never done it.”
He eased his fingers inside her again, thrusting, pushing against the tender walls of her pussy, but not hurting her. On the contrary, he was inciting. “I want to feel you clench around me like this, with my cock, without the latex. God,” he breathed, “I want it.”
“I want it too,” she murmured, not even sure she would be able to tell the difference, but wanting it because he did.
“Don’t tempt me, Andrea.”
Tempt him? He was temptation itself. He rotated his hips slightly and she felt the burning head of his
cock at the entrance of her cunt. She opened her legs wider and he groaned.
“Have you been careful?” she asked, her voice sounding impossibly husky to her own ears.
“Mmm?”
“With other women you’ve always worn a condom?”
“Always.”
“Especially recently?” For a woman who had been celibate most of her life, she was willing to throw her carefulness aside rather wantonly, rather spontaneously. She knew she should be asking these questions in the context of safe sex, but she wasn’t. She was asking it in some screwed-up way, as if he was proving some fealty to her or something. When in fact she’d never cared about fealty. She had thought it a ridiculous illusion.
He groaned again and the head of his cock, just the pulsing, scorching-hot head, was at the entrance between her legs, dipping in for a second and then pulling back. “There’s been no one recently. No one. No one but you ever since I saw you at that party. And for a long time before that, as a matter of fact.”
Talk about temptation. What woman wouldn’t be tempted by that admission?
“Will you—”
He groaned, the head of his cock inside her again, but didn’t push himself in any farther. “Will I what?”
“Will you pull out?” she gasped. “When you come? Promise?”
He kissed her without answering and then slid fully into her.
“I promise,” he finally whispered in her ear, the hot, hard length of him embedded in her. “I promise. I promise.” He moved as he whispered, slowly, as if savoring the sensation, and she was sure he was. She sure as hell was.
God, he was a pig. Not only fucking her but fucking her without a condom at the mere hint that she would let him. After she’d admitted she wasn’t even on anything.
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