“It looks great you two,” Evan said from behind me, making me jump.
“Hey, what can I say? That tree of yours inspired us,” Jake said.
Placing down the ornament he was about to hang, he made his way over to us. Jake scooped me up in his signature bear hug. “Hey, baby girl. Beautiful flowers,” he said, glancing down at the roses in my arms.
“Thank you,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “Now put me down. I have to go put these in water.”
Jake slapped Evan on the back playfully as I walked by. “By the way, you’re lucky I was here when they came to deliver that monstrous thing. We had to cut some off the bottom, because it wasn’t going to fit in here.”
Immediately, I turned from the cabinet and looked to Evan, who was giving me a sheepish look. Pressing my lips together, I tried to suppress the giggle that so desperately wanted to escape.
Turning back to the cabinet, I reached to grab the vase. As I was filling it with water and adding the food packet, I watched as Evan quietly spoke with Jake. Leading him to the open double doors, they spoke several more seconds before Jake turned to me and winked before heading back into his place. Evan closed the doors behind him.
Neatly arranging the flowers in the vase, Evan came up behind me, pressing his body into mine. There was no stopping the smile that always appears when Evan is near like this. The heat radiating from his body warming my back instantly.
Quickly, I finished placing the flowers in the vase. Placing my hands on the edge of the counter to steady myself, Evan ran his hands over my jean-clad hips and up and over my ribs. The heat of his hands easily warming my skin through the material of my tee. His fingers found the edge of my lacy bra under my tee, tracing it until his hands were firmly grasping my breasts. I let out a shaky breath as his hands expertly caressed my now over-sensitive breasts. Tweaking the hardened peaks of my nipples visible through the thin material of my tee, he wrapped his left arm around my waist, while his right hand grasped my chin firmly holding my head in place.
The feel of his warm, wet tongue on my neck had goose bumps exploding across my skin. No longer able to resist not touching him, I released the counter and reached back to grab his hips, holding him to me tightly. His tongue ran along the outer edge of my ear before his teeth gently nipped my earlobe.
“Fuck, I love how you react to my touch, baby,” he whispered in my ear with a voice full of sin. “The way your heart pounds hard in your chest.” He ran his left hand up, pressing his palm over my heart. “Watching those goose bumps flash across your skin and hearing your accelerated breath as I watch your chest rise and fall…do you have any idea how much you affect me?” He pressed his warm lips against the pulse point in my neck.
Running my right hand down between our bodies, I grasped the rock hard bulge of his erection with my hand and squeezed, letting him know exactly how much I knew I was affecting him.
Gasping in my ear, he stepped back and spun me around. I grabbed onto his waist to steady myself. His left hand wrapped around my hair tightly as he yanked my head back. His right hand grasped my jaw, holding me in place as his lips crashed down on mine. The kiss was hot and demanding as his tongue dove into my mouth and stroked mine expertly.
Moaning into his mouth, I ran my hands around to the front of his jeans and started to undo his belt. Grabbing the buckle end, I quickly whipped it out of his jeans, dropping it on the tile floor with a clatter. My hands instantly dove to his button fly. Quickly undoing each button, I was momentarily stunned to find him commando. Only pausing for a second though, I pushed my hand into the front of his pants, wrapping my palm around his hard, warm length. Running my palm up his velvety soft skin, I ran my thumb over the moist tip, causing Evan to growl.
Running his hands down to my ass cheeks, he squeezed, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist. Forced to release him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he lifted me and turned to head for the bedroom.
As soon as we crossed over the threshold, I released his neck and began to pull his t-shirt over his head. Running my hands over the warm flesh of his broad shoulders and down his bulky arms, I ran my thumbs over the prominent veins of his biceps. I loved his perfectly sculpted body.
Without warning, he tossed me onto the bed. I let out a yelp of surprise as my body bounced on the mattress.
“Get those clothes off now before I rip them off,” he hotly demanded.
For a moment I thought about what it would be like to defy him. He stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me with a raised brow and that sexy half smile. Running my eyes down his torso, I paused and stared as his erection jutted proudly out from his opened jeans. Licking my lips, the thought of hot it would be to have him rip my clothes off, had me withering on the bed.
“Now,” Evan demanded once again, snapping me out of my reverie.
Sitting up, I pulled my t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Evan’s eyes immediately focused in on my chest. Unable to resist teasing him, I ran my hands over the black lace of my bra, squeezing my breasts before releasing them and undoing the front clasp of my bra. Slowly running the straps down my arms, his eyes followed my every move. Tossing it at him at the foot of the bed, he easily caught it. He twirled it around his finger as I undid my jeans. Laying back on the bed, I arched my back and pushed my jeans and panties down over my hips.
Evan watched with rapt attention before tossing my bra onto the floor. Grasping the bottom of my jeans, he yanked them off roughly, taking my panties with them, throwing them halfway across the room. Bending down to pick something up from the floor, he gave me a smirk. “Lay back and close your eyes, doll.”
I listened as he walked over to the nightstand and opened a drawer. Seconds later, the bed dipped as he crawled onto it. The soft material of an eye mask covered my eyes as his hands gently lifted my head to put the elastic of the mask in place.
“By not being able to see, your other senses, such as touch, are going to be heightened,” he whispered close to my ear. Grasping my face in his hands, he gently pressed his lips to mine for a quick kiss. The bed dipped by my legs as I felt Evan move.
Suddenly, something soft as silk began trailing up my inner thigh, up over my hip, twirled around my belly button before making it’s way up to my heaving chest. Swirling the soft object around my already hardened nipples, the smell of a rose suddenly penetrated my nose. Running the flower up my neck and then over my chin to my lips, he stopped allowing me to inhale the beautiful fragrance before running it back down the other side of my body.
The smell of the rose seemed stronger, sweeter than it did earlier as the petals felt like silk against my skin. It was truly incredible how simply being blindfolded could make such a difference in smell and touch.
“Do you feel that, baby? That silky softness of the rose petals?” Evan asked softly in a husky tone.
“Yes,” I said on an exhale.
“Tell me. How does it feel?” He continued to run the rose over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh until he reached the juncture between my thighs, dragging it slowly through the moisture. I gasped feeling the evidence of my arousal as he trailed it up my stomach. “Tell me,” he demanded, stopping the progression of the rose.
“It feels…..it feels incredible,” I said, fisting my hands in the comforter.
Evan chuckled as he moved his body between my legs. Feeling the bed dip on either side of my hips as he placed his hands on the bed, he began to run his tongue over the path the rose just took, alternating between light, tender kisses and little nips of his teeth. The sensation was like nothing I ever felt before.
“That’s what your skin under my hands, my mouth, and my tongue feels like. So soft and silky, but you smell sweeter than the rose and the taste of your skin is intoxicating.”
I groaned at his words and the feel of his body over mine as his hips pressed into mine.
“I’m going to take you slowly, sweetly, and then I’m going to take you hard and fast.”
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p; “Yes,” I moaned.
Cupping my face in his hands as he lowered himself over me, he whispered, “I love you, baby, so much.”
With a thrust of his hips, he easily slipped inside me and began to move at an agonizingly slow pace as he covered my neck and chest in light, wet kisses. The feel of his lips against my over sensitive skin and him moving inside of me quickly brought me to the brink.
Clutching onto his sweat-slick back, he began to move more urgently as he chased his own release. Within seconds my body exploded around him as I called out his name. Burying his face in my neck, feeling his hot breaths brush across my skin, he moaned my name as his movements stilled and he pulsed deep inside me.
An hour later, I laid in bed exhausted. My body was deliciously sore and tingling from my many orgasms. Evan came out of the bathroom and chuckled at the sight of me still lying right where he left me sprawled out on my belly.
Crawling onto the bed, he stretched out next to me and smiled. His dark hair was still wet from his shower and his usual clean, manly scent filled my nose.
“I ran you a bath, babe. Go sit and soak and relax. I’m going to start dinner.”
“Thank you, baby. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now go,” he said, smacking me lightly on the ass. “And get dressed afterwards. I have a surprise for you after dinner,” he said, winking at me before he dashed out of the room.
A surprise? He actually expected me to go somewhere after the workout he just gave me? Rolling off the bed, my body aching in places I didn’t even know it could, I made my way into the bathroom on shaky legs.
Pausing for a moment on the threshold, I glanced around at the scene before me. The tub was full of bubbles as the soothing smell of lavender filled the air. Ten votive candles were lit around the tub. The flames were flickering beautifully off the tile casting a warm and inviting glow, which I had to admit was also romantic. The soft sounds of my favorite classical album were pumping through the speakers in the ceiling. This man thought of everything.
Dipping my foot into the still hot water of the bath, I slowly sank my sore body into the hot water. Taking a small towel and rolling it up, I placed it under my head, closing my eyes and relaxing. The warm water infused with my favorite bubble bath left my skin feeling soft and luxurious. I stayed in the tub until the skin of my fingers and toes were shriveled like a prune.
Making my way back into the bedroom, I stopped at the foot of the bed. Looking at the rumpled sheets, remembering how he expertly pleasured my body, my soul, had my skin tingling all over again. Grabbing the rose from the bed, I pressed it to my nose, closed my eyes, and inhaled. I was surprised to find myself getting turned on all over again by the smell of me mixed with the sweet smell of the rose. Placing the rose on the nightstand, I quickly got dressed and made my way to the living room.
Evan looked sexy as hell as he stood at the stove cooking. The muscles flexing in his biceps as he worked. The smell of shrimp with fresh garlic filled the air making my mouth water.
“Gem, stop staring at my ass and come here and give me a kiss.”
Smiling widely, I chuckled as I made my way over to him. He always knows when I’m ogling.
Coming up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my hands on his taut stomach and my cheek on his back.
“I wasn’t staring at your ass if you must know, though that is really nice to look at. It’s these arms,” I said, running my hands up his biceps and squeezing. “They’re simply incredible. Strong, hard, so well defined. I can’t get enough of them.”
“Baby, I think you’re confusing my arms with my cock,” he said, spinning around and grabbing me around the waist. “It’s incredible.” He buried his face in my neck. “Strong.” He placed his lips on the side of my neck and sucked gently. My breathing grew heavy. “Hard and well defined.” Running his tongue up my neck, he placed a tender kiss behind my ear, causing me to suck in a breath as I moaned on the exhale. “And I know you can’t get enough of it,” he finished in a whisper, taking my earlobe between his teeth and tugging gently.
I ran my hands up his back, over his shoulders, and down his arms. “While that sounds all well and good, I can promise you, baby, it was your arms I was referring to,” I said, squeezing his biceps once again before wiggling out of his hold.
Pressing his hand dramatically to his chest, a distraught look came over his face. “Baby, you wound me.”
Shaking my head at him, I chuckled. “What is it with men and their junk? It’s like a direct link to your ego.”
Covering his package with his hands, his eyes widened at me. “If I recall, not even an hour ago, my “junk” as you so kindly call it, had you withering underneath me as you screamed my name so loudly I was certain Jake was going to come busting in.” My eyes widened as my cheeks heated. Evan sauntered toward me. “You can’t deny it, Ember.” He stopped before me, cupping my face in his hands. “I wore you out. You look exhausted and our night isn’t even over yet,” he said, running his thumbs over my cheeks. “Go sit. Dinner is ready.”
Evan is a fabulous cook, which I am so thankful for since it was Jake who did most of our cooking. Evan’s shrimp scampi was worthy of the finest five-star restaurant. Cooked to perfection, it was covered in a lemon butter cream sauce with perfectly diced pieces of garlic. For the side, he had sautéed asparagus sprinkled with a bit of Parmesan cheese. I do not ever remember a meal tasting as good as this one did or maybe it was just the fact that I had worked up one hell of an appetite.
Following dinner, I offered to clean the kitchen up since Evan had done the cooking. Just as I was finished wiping down the stove, he came into the kitchen carrying a pair of shoes for me and our jackets. “Ready, baby?” he asked, glancing down at his watch.
“Ready.” Slipping my feet into my shoes, he held my jacket out for me. Once it was in place, he squeezed my shoulders, reached down and grabbed my hand, leading me to the door.
As we rode down the elevator, he kept running his left hand over the outside of his jacket pocket as if he was checking to see if something was still there. Just I was about to say something, the elevator opened. Walking through the lobby, I could see the usual black car at the curb waiting for us.
Snuggling into Evan’s side in the backseat, the driver pulled away without instruction. Obviously, Evan made these plans in advance. I was more than a little shocked when the car pulled around the corner from our apartment and stopped in front of CenturyLink Field. Giving Evan a questioning look, he simply smiled and opened the car door.
Without a word, only a broad smile on his face the entire time, he lead me through the stadium by the hand. My eyes taking in the empty, but large looming stadium lit up as if a game were about to be played.
Stopping at a row of seats near the 50-yard line, he walked the row to his left until he found a group of particular seats. Sitting, he encouraged me to do the same in the seat next to him. For several seconds, he sat quietly next to me, glancing around the stadium with a secret smile on his face.
“What on earth are we doing here?”
“These are good seats, right?”
“Evan, they are awesome seats or at least they would be if an actual game were being played,” I said, looking out at the very lit but very empty field.
“So it would be really cool to see a game from here, huh?”
Glancing over at him, I slowly nodded, trying to figure out where he was going with this.
“Who would you say is the Hawks biggest rival?”
“Are you kidding me right now?” He simply raised his brows at me. “Hands down it would be the 49ers.”
He nodded in agreement. “So that would be the game to go to then,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah, I guess. That game is coming up, but it’s sold out. I already looked into it.”
His smile widened at me. “Sold out for some, but not for everyone,” he said. Pulling an envelope out from the inside pocket of his jacket, he pr
esented it to me with a flourish.
With my mouth gaping at him, I reached out a shaky hand, taking the envelope from him. Quickly ripping it open, I found four tickets to the December 23rd home game against the 49ers. The seats were for the very row we were sitting in.
“How did you.....when did you....” Unable to finish my question, I glanced over at him. He was leaning back in the chair looking nonchalant and comfortable with his arm resting on the back of my chair. My favorite half smile adorning his beautiful face.
“Those two extra tickets are for Jake and Lucina. Figured they’d want to join us,” he said, shrugging.
Jumping up out of my seat, I straddled his lap, taking him by surprise. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him to me, crushing our chests together as I showered his lips, cheeks, and face with exuberant kisses. He chuckled at me the entire time. Pulling back to look at him, there was nothing but love and adoration for me shining in his emerald green eyes.
“Merry early Christmas, Ember,” he said, smiling widely at me.
“Thank you, Evan,” I said, smiling widely back at him.
Gripping my bottom tightly in his hands, he stood out of the chair with ease as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Carrying me as he walked up the stairs, I could not stop smiling as I stared around the stadium over his shoulder.
Once back in the car, we headed through the streets of Seattle in a comfortable silence. As soon as we turned onto Alaskan Way, I was pretty certain where we were headed, spotting the Great Wheel up ahead lit up as it was for the night. Leaning my head onto his shoulder, I smiled.
We got out of the car and started walking the pier. The cool breeze coming off the water had the light mist that was falling swirling around our exposed faces. Wrapping his arm around me, he pulled me tightly into his side. Ducking my head, I leaned into his chest as he led us to the Ferris wheel.
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