by Calista Fox
Then his tongue swept inside, toying with hers, and the pace picked up.
Staci shoved his jacket over his shoulders and down his arms. Evan pulled at the buttons of his shirt, releasing them, not caring in the least if they popped off. He yanked the hem from the waist of his pants.
Her hands splayed over his bare chest, her nails pressing into his muscles.
He kissed her deeply, his fingers combing through her lush hair. A moan lodged in her throat, creating a strangled cry of pleasure that heightened his arousal, making his cock throb and his blood flame.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he said, “This dress has to go.”
She eyed him curiously.
“Much as I love how it looks on you, sweetheart, I want you naked.”
He shifted away and took her hand to pull her to her feet.
Staci said, “You definitely left Dr. Hart at the office.”
He kissed her again. Then told her, “I can’t even begin to explain who I am at the moment. Absolutely crazed for you is the best summation I can give.”
“That’ll suffice.” Her voice was low and breathy.
“Christ, you make me so damn hard.”
She scraped her nails down his chest and over his nipples, to his abs. “You make me want to claw at you.”
His body jolted at her words, his cock straining against his fly. Evan unfastened the crystal-encrusted clasp at her shoulder and peeled the material down and away from her breasts.
He momentarily lost his focus on undressing her as his gaze swept over her bare chest. More of the honey-colored skin that fascinated him, and perfect teardrop breasts tipped with pebbled, dusty rose nipples.
Evan groaned. “You’re stunning with or without your clothes.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Well, it’s just that…you’re pretty much a heart attack waiting to happen all dolled up. Took me some time to assimilate to that. I might need a moment or two to just take you in totally nude—since it’s been a while.”
“It hasn’t been that long. And I’m not totally nude yet.” She grinned coyly.
Evan chuckled. “You just love pushing me right to the edge, don’t you?”
“Keep going, stud.”
He dragged her dress down her defined ribcage, flat stomach, and shapely hips, and helped her step out of the material that pooled at her feet. Then his hands skimmed up her calves to her thighs. He felt tremors move through her.
“I love the feel of your hands on my body,” she said in a lusty tone.
“I want to do more than touch you, sweetheart,” he told her. “I need to taste you.”
His nose pressed to the lace-covered apex of her legs, and he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.
Her hips bucked, and a soft whimper fell from her lips.
“Staci,” he murmured. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
His mouth pressed to her mound. She was already wet for him, and he licked her through the flimsy fabric. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she let out another small cry of pleasure.
Taking that as encouragement—and needing so much more of her—he hooked his fingers in the sides of her thong and tugged, pulling her panties down her legs to her ankles, where he assisted her out of them as he’d done for her dress.
He kissed his way up one sculpted thigh, nipping along the way, finding the sensitive spots that made her gasp, made her sigh.
When he reached her slick, bare pussy lips, his tongue glided over her flesh.
“Evan,” she said. Her fingers returned to his hair, coiling around the strands.
He used his thumbs to spread her lips, and then the tip of his tongue targeted her clit, flicking slowly at first, until her breathing picked up. Then he pressed his tongue to the swollen bud, flitting over it, driving her wild if the hitch in her breath and the tightening of her fingers in his hair were any indication.
“Oh, Jesus,” she whispered. “That is so, so good.”
He tugged gently at her lips, and her whimpers filled the quiet suite.
Then he got serious.
His tongue fluttered against her clit, and she cried out. He suckled the tiny bead and her body tensed, her fingers twisting his hair.
“Again,” she demanded in a raspy voice. “Please, God. Evan, do that again.”
He repeated the sequence. Once, twice, three times—
“Oh, fuck!” Her body trembled, her breath caught.
Evan did it once more…
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” Her hands shifted to his shoulders, and she clasped them tight as her body quaked. “Yes. Oh, God, yes! Evan!”
She came hard and fast.
He continued to lick and suck as her cream dampened her flesh. She tasted incredible. Drove him wild. Made him want to give her a dozen more climaxes, one right after the other.
“Shit, Evan,” she said as she continued to shake. He held her steady with his hands on her thighs. “This is so incredible.”
She still gripped his shoulders. Her head fell back, and she breathed deep.
Evan said, “You do realize that I’m only getting started…”
* * *
He was too delicious for words.
Staci swayed a little on her high heels. Kicked them off. “This is certainly a creative way to get me out of my shoes.”
Evan stood. His hands roved her body as he kissed her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Against her throat, he murmured, “You know you drive me wild, right?”
“Finally in a good way.”
His lips skated over her jaw, brushing over her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue as it slipped inside. Evan kissed her in the same searing, passionate way he had at the restaurant.
One hand splayed along the small of her back. The other cupped her breast and massaged with a bit of roughness that belied his tension, his need. A sense of urgency. Scorching desire.
His thumb swept over her hard nipple. A tremor shot through her body.
Evan backed her up against the sofa, not breaking their kiss. Then he eased her down into the corner, until she lay on the satin lining of her overcoat, which she’d left sprawled on the cushion. The material felt cool against her flushed skin. Evan made her so damn hot it was a wonder she didn’t spontaneously combust.
He settled between her parted thighs, one forearm propping him up. Staci’s fingers threaded through his lush hair while her other hand clasped his rock-hard biceps. The man was a mountain of rigid muscles covered by smooth, warm skin that felt incredible beneath her fingertips, against her body.
He dragged his mouth from hers and went back to kissing and gently biting her neck while she tried to catch her breath. Not much luck there. His finger and thumb rolled and pinched her nipple, making the taut peak pebble even tighter. Her skin tingled. Her stomached quivered.
Yeah, pulling in a full breath was not a possibility. Evan had her crazed. Burning up. Desperately wanting him.
His mouth skimmed along her collarbone, and then his tongue curled around one nipple while his thumb whisked over the other.
She moaned, low and throaty.
Evan drew her nipple into his mouth and suckled deep, sending a bolt of pleasure through her. Then the tip of his tongue flitted over the puckered bud as his hand moved down her body, his fingers trailing to the apex of her legs. They glided over her slick folds. Back and forth. Caressing slowly, evocatively. Making her insanely aroused.
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered against her breast, his warm breath blowing over her nipple, keeping it tight and tingly. Making her ache for more of what he had to offer. “I want you even wetter.”
He was doing a damn fine job of getting her there, teasing her with the flickering of his tongue on the center of her breast and his fingers still stroking her moist flesh.
“Evan,” she said on a sharp breath. “You’re torturing me.”
His head lifted, and his gaze met hers. “I want you to beg me to fuck you, Staci. I want you t
hat out of your mind for me. The way I am for you.”
Excitement shot through her. Her pulse beat erratically deep in her pussy, an incessant thrumming that needed to be sated.
The tips of his fingers rubbed her clit in a circular motion with just the right pressure.
Her hips raised, rolling slightly in rhythm with his ministrations. Little whimpers fell from her parted lips.
Evan’s gaze remained locked with hers. It turned her on that he watched lust and need grip her. He watched as he heightened her arousal, picking up the tempo against her clit. He watched as she barreled toward another powerful orgasm.
“Oh, God,” she ground out. “Oh, yes. Like that. Just like that.”
“Or a little more?” His strokes shifted to a back and forth motion, the pace hastening.
“Oh, shit. Oh, God. Evan.” Her chest heaved, her pulse spiked. Her fingers pressed into the solid muscle of his upper arm as the tension mounted within her, pulling tight, stretching thin.
He changed up his technique again and used the tip of his finger on her clit. Butterfly flutters that were lightning-quick against the swollen bud.
“Jesus, Evan.” She writhed beneath him. “Keep doing that. Fuck, you’re—oh, God—you’re—oh!” Everything inside her tightened, and then… “Oh, God, yes!” Staci shattered, calling out his name.
Every nerve ending ignited. Her heart thundered. Her body quaked.
“Fuck,” she said again on a ragged breath. “You are amazing. So unbelievably good.”
“And you are so amazing to watch.”
She still shuddered from her radiant climax while he eased a finger into her pussy. Her hips jerked. Another moan leaped from her mouth.
Evan’s jaw set. His eyes smoldered. He worked in a second finger, stretching her.
“Oh, hell, Staci,” he said on a low grunt. “You’re tight, sweetheart. So damn tight.” His mouth sealed to hers again in a quick, hot kiss. Then he murmured against her lips, “And so incredibly wet. I could slide right in. Snug fit, but, Jesus…You’re dripping wet.”
His fingers pumped in a smooth, steady cadence, making her insides hum. Her breathing was still jagged. The tension within her started to build again. So fast. So tenuous.
In a raspy tone, she said, “Evan, you’re exactly what I need.”
Her inner muscles clenched his fingers. He stroked a bit more forcefully, making her breath hitch. The heel of his hand massaged her clit at the same time, pushing Staci into sensory overload. Especially with his heated gaze boring into her. Lighting her up. Singeing her to the core of her being.
His pace quickened. He whispered, “I want you to come again.”
His fingers deep inside crooked slightly, and Staci cried out.
“Right there,” he muttered. “That’s the spot, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Her body tensed.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed. “Come for me.”
“Evan!” She erupted again.
“Oh, yeah. Come all over my fingers.”
Her pussy clutched them as she rode out the explosive climax. Evan continued to rub that magical spot, drawing out her pleasure. Keeping her charged.
Yet, still…Staci craved more.
“Fuck me, Evan. Please, God. Fuck me, now!”
Chapter Thirteen
Staci reached between them to unfasten his belt, but her fingers were apparently too shaky, because she fumbled and groaned in frustration.
Evan withdrew from her and helped her out. Then he unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. His cock throbbed and he was dying to be inside her, but managed to mumble, “Condom…”
She shifted slightly and reached for the small purse that she’d dropped on the sofa table when they’d come in. With haste, he shoved down his pants and boxer briefs. She tore open a foil packet and had him sheathed in a heartbeat.
He still had his shirt on. Didn’t even bother to toe off his shoes or strip down. He couldn’t waste time on that. He couldn’t go another second without fucking her, especially when she’d begged him—which was completely his undoing.
His tip pressed to her opening. He tried to get himself a little more in control, knowing how damn tight she was.
But Staci said, “Don’t tease, Evan. Fuck me.”
His mind whirled, his insides rioted. “Jesus, Staci,” he said on a primal growl. His lips swept over the pulsing beat at the base of her neck. “I want you so damn much.”
“Now, Evan,” she repeated. Insisted.
“I want all of you,” he whispered against her hot skin. Then thrust inside her.
“Oh, God!” she cried out.
A carnal groan ripped from his throat. “Goddamn it. Staci.” She felt like heaven. It was a shock his eyes didn’t roll into the back of his head. “Oh, Christ, sweetheart.” He remained still while inside her, giving her a few seconds to adjust to his width. Her pussy squeezed and released his cock, and it took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to plunge deeper into her. Not to give in to the release that would instantly reach the boiling point.
Holy shit, was he close to exploding.
Evan fought to get his bearings. “Are you okay?” he asked as he stared down at her.
Staci gaped. But fire lit her eyes. It took a little bit for her to recover. Then she did the whole clenching and releasing thing that had set him off the first time they’d been together.
She squeezed him tight, and tremors rippled through him.
Fuck. This was so out of control. He’d say his blood pressure was through the roof, except all of the blood was currently raging between his legs. He honestly had no idea how he kept himself together because he was so on the brink of losing it. So fast. Just like last time.
He said, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“I think I do.” She gave him a knowing smile, though it was a bit shaky. Like she felt the insanity of their attraction the way he did. “Fuck me, Evan.” Her hips raised, and she ground against him.
He bit back a grunt of sheer torment. His lips glided over hers as he began to move inside her. “You feel so good. Too goddamn good.”
One of her legs draped over his hips, pressing him firmly to her. His cock pulsated in wicked beats as he pumped into her tight pussy. His heart hammered. Lust and myriad other emotions he could neither dissect nor define clawed at him.
She was everything Evan had never even known he wanted. And he felt a raw, intense, urgent need to possess her. And every emotion flickering in her eyes told him she had the need to be possessed, to be claimed. To be owned—by him.
His thrusts within her became more aggressive. Her hips rose to meet the pumping of his cock.
Evan had never seen anything more stirring than Staci in the throes of passion.
He moved inside her with quicker strokes. Her nails bit into his biceps as she clung to him; the only thing keeping them from drawing blood was that he still wore his shirt. It hung open, though, and her breasts were pressed to his chest, making him even more crazed. Every inch of her felt incredible, and he wondered if he’d ever get enough of her.
“Oh, Christ,” she murmured. “You’re so, so hot.”
He thrust harder, faster. “Feel me deep inside you, baby.”
“Yes.” Her teeth caught her bottom lip for a moment, mesmerizing him. Then she said, “Oh, God, yes. Everything’s just so…Fuck. The way you fill me…” She let out a sexy moan. “Evan, I can’t stop. I have to come.”
“Yeah, I know.” He was there, too. “Come with me, sweetheart. I can’t hold back any longer. Jesus, Staci…I need you. I need you to come.”
He pumped fervently within her, felt the tension grip her once more.
Then she cried out and clenched him with voracity, greedily stealing every ounce of pleasure that he willingly gave her—and making all of the sensations burst wide open inside him. His cock surged. His body convulsed. He called out her name.
And came harder than ever
before.
* * *
Staci was in a complete and utter daze.
Every inch of her pulsed with a vibrancy even more radiant than during their first time together. Every inch of her felt electrified and branded.
And goddamn, did it feel good.
Off-the-charts good. Opening-Christmas-presents, winning-the-lottery, finding-the-pot-of-gold-at-the-end-of-the-rainbow—all on the same day—good.
She let out a silly laugh. A giddy one. Totally unlike her.
“What’s so funny?” Evan whispered, as though he didn’t want to break the tranquility of the moment they shared. The sheer bliss of afterglow that, for Staci, had only ever felt this spectacular with him.
“I’m not sure,” she admitted, her tone dreamy. “I think I’m having a brain blip. An abundance of euphoria that’s making me goofy in the head.”
“Goofy’s fine,” he said against the crook of her neck, where his face was currently buried.
Her arms were around his shoulders. She had no idea when that had happened. Last she knew, she’d been clutching his biceps. He held her in a tight embrace. Again, she wasn’t quite sure how that had come about.
Interestingly, he was still hard inside her.
She said, “You did come, didn’t you?”
“How could you possibly have missed it?”
She laughed softly again. “Because I was too caught up in my own orgasm?”
“Trust me. I have never come that quickly or that powerfully with any other woman. You are out of this world.”
“But you’re still so huge inside me.” She squeezed him tight, suggestively. “So that means we could—”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
Her laugh was a heartier one this time. “Most definitely not. But I think you’ve turned me into a sex junkie.”
“Just as long as I’m the only fix you need.”
“I believe that goes without saying.” She combed her fingers through his sexily tousled hair and added, “I lost track of the number of times you made me come.”
“Four. And the night’s still young.”
A shiver of delight ran through her. “Dr. Hart, you were certainly a treasure worth finding. And stalking.”
“Now you’re just being a smartass.”