Liza got down to a red thong. At least that’s what he thought the tiny triangle was. He’d never actually seen a woman wearing one before. As she reached for the top of the comforter, she gave him a backside view. Oh, yeah, definitely a thong.
She pulled the comforter halfway down and then stopped to look at him with mock displeasure. “Don’t just stand there. Start the fire while I get the bed ready.”
“Anything you say,” he murmured and went to do her bidding. Although it was difficult to walk away from the view. He was already getting ridiculously hard, his defense being that men were visual creatures.
“Wait. Get rid of the boxers.” Her gaze went purposefully down to his crotch.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and slowly lowered the waistband, his cock immediately springing to attention. He kicked the boxers out of the way and then touched himself, cupping the weight of his arousal.
Liza moistened her lips. They were the same shade of pale pink as her nipples. “You play dirty and I’ll have to punish you.”
“That’s supposed to discourage me?” He started toward her but she put up a restraining hand. “Oh, right. The fire.” He found the switch on the side of the wall that turned on the gas and flipped it on. On cue, the flames sprung up.
She scoffed. “That’s cheating. I thought we were going to have a real fire.”
“Stick your hand in there and tell me it’s not real.” He pulled down the other side of the comforter, trying not to stare at her breasts.
“In the interest of time,” she said, her gaze skimming his erection, “I’ll let it slide.”
He laughed. “Baby, I gotta tell you. I plan on doing a lot of sliding.”
She tried not to smile, and abruptly turned away, which was perfect because he came up behind her and pressed his cock against her firm, smooth backside. She bent slightly, and rubbed against him, making him shudder. Even without saying a word she was still in control.
He closed his eyes and reached around to cup her breasts. As a doctor he saw a lot of naked bodies, but he’d never seen nipples quite like hers. When they blossomed they grew more than twice the normal size, as if begging to be touched and suckled. He loved the feel of them between his thumb and forefinger, and apparently she did, too, because she reacted with calculated hip movements that brought him too close to the edge.
He pulled her around to face him, and then kissed her deeply before she could protest. She wound her arms around his neck, her taut nipples teasing him as she pressed closer. He squeezed her buttocks, pulling her against his rock-hard cock.
A few movements of his own made her moan softly against his mouth.
“Stay the night,” he whispered, and recognized the mistake when she tensed.
She slackened her arms around his neck. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“No pressure. I just want to wake up with you beside me.”
“Why?”
“Couldn’t say.” And that was the damn truth. Crazy as it was. Usually he felt the opposite. Small talk led up to the event, and after that it was “have a nice day.” He wasn’t a pig about it, but that’s how it went.
She’d pulled back to look at him, her hazel eyes a stormy gray he hadn’t seen before. “This is still just about sex, right?”
He nodded, although without his earlier conviction. Not that he’d changed his mind. Single life suited him. No expectations, no promises, no dreary routine. And he knew for sure Liza felt the same way. But saying it out loud again didn’t feel right somehow.
She lifted herself on tiptoes and kissed him gently. “I promise I won’t walk out without waking you.”
“I promise to hold you to that promise.”
“Don’t worry. A taxi ride back to my place costs a fortune.”
“Thanks.” He pinched her bottom.
Liza laughed, and then pinched him right back.
“Enough horseplay.” He scooped her up and dropped her on top of the bed.
She wiggled over toward the middle and he crawled in beside her. He took a nipple into his mouth, and she arched her back. Then he slipped a hand between her thighs. Good. She was as wet as he was hard.
Chapter 10
Liza ran her palms up Evan’s chest, over his shoulders and as far as she could reach down his back. She loved the way his taut skin molded over each bone and muscle, how it dipped and curved and how his firm derriere filled her palms. His waist and hips were narrow, his shoulders broad even without his padded suit jackets.
Because she’d lost some weight—probably too much, judging by the way her old jeans had hung way down on her hips—she was self-conscious about how she felt to him. Her chest had gotten a little bony and her hip bones stuck way out even when she wasn’t lying on her back. The loss hadn’t been voluntary. Too much stress had seemed to change her metabolism. She hadn’t given it too much thought until now.
“You look so serious.” Evan lifted her chin. “What’s the matter?”
“I was thinking how weird this is. You and me. You know?”
He moaned dramatically, putting a hand to his heart.
She took a nip at his lip. “You know what I mean. We’ve seen each other around the studio for over three years and nothing happened.”
“I asked. You turned me down.” He tweaked her sensitive nipple. “Remember that?”
“Hey.” She got him back with a hard grip at the base of his cock. “Really?”
He looked grimly at her. “You don’t remember?”
She shook her head. She wasn’t going to lie. “It was a bad time in my life.”
“Rick?”
She withdrew her hand. “Why would you bring him up now?” She moved toward the edge of the bed. “You just ruined everything.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was a touchy subject. I thought he was out of your life.”
“He is.” She looked back over her shoulder at him. “He is.”
“Okay.”
Liza took a deep breath. “I don’t see him anymore. But he’s still around.”
“Don’t run away, Liza.”
She felt the bed dip behind her. And then his hand was on her thigh, rubbing, soothing. “I can’t believe you remembered him.”
“I didn’t. Eve brought him up yesterday.”
She jerked away from him and got to her feet; so they had discussed him. “This keeps getting better.”
“I was only trying to find your phone number.”
She reached for her bra and sweater. What the hell did she do with her jeans?
Evan came around the bed. He didn’t have a stitch on and he was still semihard. Taking her by the shoulders, he said, “I think I deserve an honest conversation here.”
“A reward for talking behind my back?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“How the hell did Rick come up?”
“Eve said that if you were in any kind of trouble, it would be because of him.”
“She never liked him.” Her voice cracked. Damn it. “And she was right. Both her and Jane. They can gloat all they want. Who cares?”
“I doubt very much that’s what they want.”
She moved away. He didn’t know crap about her life. About the hell she’d been through with Rick. “Where are my jeans?”
“Stop it, Liza.”
She spun around to glare at him. “You stop it. I don’t owe you anything.”
The hurt mirrored in his eyes got to her.
“You’re right. I thought maybe—” Looking resigned, he shook his head. “Absolutely right.” He found her jeans and his slacks at the same time. “Here.”
Liza took them, but she just stared down at her hands. What was wrong with her? Evan had been nothing but nice. He was a really good guy. Too good for her. “Evan, I’m sorry.”
“No apology necessary.” He scooped his boxers off the floor and stepped into them.
“Ah, dammit.”
He frowned at her.
“Now, I jus
t have to take those off again.” She smiled seductively, but he wasn’t having it.
“Sex isn’t going to make this go away.” He shook out his slacks.
She groaned in exasperation. “What is the matter with you? That is so not a guy thing to say.”
That did get a slight smile. “Look, there’s no reason not to at least have honesty between us. No strings to me doesn’t mean I mess with a woman who’s already taken.”
“I swear to God, there is nothing happening between Rick and me. In fact, I despise the man.” Was it her tone of voice? Her expression? Because she saw it in his face that he knew she was hiding something. “Rick is an asshole. He can’t let go and sometimes he stalks me. That’s why it may have seemed that I was acting oddly.”
With heartwarming concern in his face he came to her. He put his hands on her waist. “What have the police done about it?”
She shook her head, feeling only slightly bad about the lie. Obviously she couldn’t tell him everything, but he had to know there was nothing between her and Rick. “There’s no proof. He’s very sly.”
“I know this detective—”
“No. Absolutely not. Getting anyone involved will only make matters worse.”
Evan sighed, pulled her against his chest and hugged her close. “Is that why you need the lottery money? To get away from him?”
Being held like this by Evan felt too nice. He wasn’t the solution to her problem. In fact, him knowing too much about Rick and the diaries could hurt her. “In a way.”
“How can I help?”
“You’re already doing that.” She tipped her head back and waited only a second for his kiss. It lasted only another second.
“Liza, I want to help.”
She put a finger to his lips. “Let’s not ruin tonight.”
He clearly didn’t want to back off and the struggle in his eyes made her weak. Made her want to tell him everything. She tossed aside her jeans and slipped her hands under his waistband. He didn’t argue when she slid the boxers down and then got rid of them.
She led him back to the bed, and then got in first, holding up the sheet and blanket for him to join her. He was already getting hard again and he’d barely stretched out when she reached for his cock.
She liked the hard, silky feel of him against her palm and cupped her hand around him. She pumped him slowly, just enough to get a low groan out of him. He briefly suckled each nipple, and just as she slackened her grip, he moved lower, and forced her thighs apart.
“Tell me what you like,” he whispered.
“I think you’ve already figured that out.”
He smiled, taking a long leisurely look, his gaze touching each breast, wet from his mouth, and then lingering on the triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs.
First his fingers explored and taunted. She shifted, but he stayed with her. Finding it hard not to move erratically, she stretched her arms over her head, searching for the headboard and then grabbing hold of it.
He spread her legs even farther apart so that her ankles nearly reached the sides of the large bed. After he’d looked his fill, he used his thumbs to spread her even farther. His tongue scouted for the perfect spot, and each time she squirmed even the slightest, he put two fingers inside her. Not that the feeling wasn’t heavenly, but it was as if he knew she was waiting for his tongue to make that connection. To tease the little nub that would bring so much pleasure.
He flicked his tongue over the spot and her bottom came off the bed. He slid his hands beneath her, squeezing the fleshy cheeks just the right amount to make her thrust upward. His tongue worked its magic until she didn’t think she could take any more.
She didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to play a while, so she used her grip of the headboard and pulled herself back out of reach. He looked up, confused, and she made her final escape.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting back on his haunches.
She saw that his arousal hadn’t suffered from the setback. “Not a thing. As long as you remember who’s in charge.”
“Is that right?”
“I had a moment’s lapse.” She fluffed one of the pillows and put it back down. After scooting over to make room for him, she pointed to the pillow. “Here.”
“Ah.”
He crawled over, stopping to lave her right nipple. She should have stopped him. She was supposed to be in charge, but it felt too damn good. Finally, she shoved him away.
“Right,” he muttered and flopped onto his back.
Liza smiled. “Poor you,” she said, running her palm ever so lightly over his chest and down to his belly. “Is this so difficult?” she asked, using her wrist to brush the tip of his cock.
“No,” he said in a forced falsetto.
She laughed. “I wonder just how sensitive these are.” She rubbed the pad of her finger over one dark-brown nub, and then the other. They were already hard and responsive and his hands fisted at his sides. “Good boy. You keep your hands right there.”
“Don’t push it.”
“Or else what?” She curled her fingers around his penis and squeezed gently.
His eyes briefly closing, he muttered an oath.
She moved down to where she could taste him. Her tongue replaced her hands, coursing up his shaft and then back down. She flicked the skin around the base. By the time she worked her way back up and drew him into her mouth, he could hardly keep still. She sucked him hard. He tried to reach for her but she held her ground.
She got between his thighs and, as he’d done to her earlier, she reached under his firm cheeks and held him right where she wanted him. Exploring him with her tongue only got her worked up. She really wanted him inside her. Filling her. Taking her to that safe place where she was untouchable. It was crazy. She didn’t know him that well. But she couldn’t deny how he’d made her feel in this very bed three nights ago.
Slowly, reluctantly, she released him. She slid her hands back around to use as leverage. Again he reached for her. But she was quick, and when he realized her intention, he laid back, his eyes mere slits as he gazed at her, his chest heaving. She saw the silver packet he’d left out on the nightstand just as she swung a leg over him.
She smiled. The good doctor was being responsible. She reached for the packet, tore it open and slowly unrolled the condom down his cock, making him shudder. For good measure, she pumped him a couple of times.
He moaned.
“Just making sure it fit,” she said, laughing softly when he gave her a frustrated look.
“Now let’s see how I fit.” She lifted herself over him, holding his cock so that the tip just barely touched her. She wanted to sink down, ride him ’til he screamed, but then it would be over and she definitely didn’t want that. Not yet.
She would take him to his limits and, in the process, the rest of the universe would vanish.
Evan moved his hips up, trying to enter her.
She smiled, closed her eyes and moved herself an inch away from him.
Ignoring his moan, she braced her legs more firmly on the bed, and braced his cock more firmly in her hand. He wasn’t going anywhere she didn’t want him to go. Right now, that meant skimming along her lips. Teasing, nothing more. He would feel her heat, the hint of moisture. He would be patient, but only for so long.
She reached behind her with her left hand. It was an awkward pose, since she wasn’t letting go with her right hand. Bending back as far as she could, she tickled the inside of his thigh.
Obediently, Evan parted his legs, giving her access to her real objective.
He was a natural kind of man, not one of those poster boys who shaved every damn thing. Her fingertips played with his soft hair, then the softer skin of his balls.
He hissed, arching once more.
Retaliation was swift. Her hands left both holds, her thighs, feeling the burn now, lifted her away from any contact.
His curse was quite vivid, but she figured he was catching on. When he’d
relaxed once more, she lowered herself, then with her right hand, she gripped him under the glans. With her left, she massaged him—quick flicks with each finger, fluttering, her nails brushing the tender skin in a soft legato.
“Liza, Liza,” he repeated, but his teeth were clenched and it took her a few seconds to understand him.
“Hold on tight,” she whispered.
She slid the crown of his cock inside her. She knew she was wet and hot, and that it had to feel amazing as she moved him back and forth.
His thighs, pressed against her own, started to tremble. She knew he wanted to thrust up into her. He’d get his wish…eventually.
Right now, though, she guided him to her clit. Increasing the pace of the rubbing, she started breathing harder, losing her rhythm as the sensations spread from between her legs to the rest of her body.
Sadly, she had to abandon her teasing. She needed her left hand to steady herself, to guide him away from her sensitized clit to a deeper victory.
Moving her hand down, she placed him a few inches inside, to where she could grip him not with her hand but with her vaginal muscles.
He arched again, but just his back this time. That, and he pulled the sheets so hard with his fists that they came off the mattress.
“Good boy,” she said, her voice low and guttural.
“You’re killing me.”
“I would never do that,” she said, but in truth, she wasn’t sure she was strong enough to tough this out. Her body screamed for him to plunge, deep and hard, but all she did was squeeze and release.
Her hands were free again, and she wasn’t sure what to do with them. When she saw his gaze sweep over her body, the answer seemed obvious.
As she milked him, she took her nipples in her fingers. Not only did it feel delicious, she knew the view would make him crazy.
She squeezed her own flesh in counterpoint to squeezing him, although that only lasted for a moment. She had to synchronize—she simply didn’t have the coordination anymore. Not as molten heat swirled inside her, bringing her to that sharp edge, that precipice, so close to coming she had to be careful.
Now, deeper. And a whole different kind of ride.
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