He looked over at her, an eyebrow arched in surprise before jerking his gaze back to the road before the drove into the ditch. “You did?”
“I’m just wondering when you’re going to stop torturing me and kiss me again.”
Chapter 8
Santo squeezed Evie’s hand and did his best to concentrate on the road in front of him. They’d be at her apartment in a few minutes. He had wanted to kiss her from the moment he saw her standing in the doorway of her home, but didn’t want to rush things and make her think he only wanted one thing from her.
Truthfully, he wanted a lot from her, which startled and surprised him. He wanted to enjoy her wit, her intelligence, her courage. He wanted to treasure her beauty and caress every inch of her skin. More than anything, though, he wanted to form a connection with her that couldn’t be separated if they slept together. He didn’t want to ruin something that had the potential to be amazing.
The fact he felt all of these things after two dates told him he could be in real danger with his heart. He had lost it once before to a woman when he had first gone into SEAL training. They spent a handful of years together, enjoying every moment they had. He gave her everything he had—his heart, his passion, his drive, and attention.
As the years passed, though, her passion didn’t grow with his. They began to grow distant, not sharing the same hobbies or activities, and after three years together, they cordially parted ways, knowing their goals and desires had changed. At first, his heart had been broken. Eventually, he moved on, though. He never expected another woman to call to him the way his first love had—but Evie kept hitting all the right buttons.
He’d be a fool to say it didn’t frighten him. He didn’t know if he could handle having his heartbreak again. I desire her and I enjoy her company. I’m very far from losing my heart to her.
They pulled up to her apartment and he helped her out of the truck, and let her body slide down his as he held her tightly. Her arms looped around his neck and his entire body tingled when her lips pressed against the pulse in his neck. He craved everything about her. He wanted to kiss her, touch her, bury his face in her hair, against her neck, and surround himself with her scent. His body became tense with the desire pulsing through him.
She continued pressing soft kisses against his neck, and his breath hissed out of him when her teeth scraped his collar bone. He hadn’t expected her to be so bold, but he had no complaints. He appreciated a woman who acted upon the desires she felt, especially when they were in line with his.
Barely able to think straight, he closed the truck door and walked her backward to her apartment door, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her. He knew she could feel how aroused she made him, and it only encouraged him more. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as she nipped and kissed the part of his chest exposed through the opening in his polo shirt.
He pressed her against her door and did what he had been craving to do all night. His fingers buried in her hair, dislodging the clip that held it together at the back of her head and let her long golden curls fall around him. Her scent left him feeling intoxicated, and he tugged gently on her hair, pulling her face away from his chest. The hunger in her eyes when she looked at him matched the hunger pounding in his veins.
His lips crashed down on hers, tasting the sweet berry lip balm she wore and he couldn’t get enough. He angled his head and licked her lower lip, asking for entry, and she moaned softly as she opened her mouth, encouraging him by tugging once again on his hair. His tongue swept in and hers quickly tangled with it, thrusting and teasing and driving him to the edge of insanity.
He wanted to touch her. He wanted to feel her skin bare against his. He still had enough awareness, though, to realize they stood outside her apartment and anyone could disrupt them. He forced himself to pull back before he began to fondle her publicly, and searched her face, wondering what she would do.
“Will you—would you like to come inside?” she asked, her voice thick with desire.
He nodded. “Yes. I’d like that very much.”
She flashed him the incredible smile he had started to crave from her and she fumbled with her keys in her purse before quickly unlocking the door and leading him inside. She flipped on the living room light and closed the door, fastening two different deadbolts. His gaze swept the room quickly, noticing the simple design and average, functional furniture.
He looked back at her and saw her draw a shaky breath. She turned to face him and the hunger still shone in her eyes, though a bit of uncertainty seemed to have crept in with the lights shining brightly on them.
He stepped towards her and caught her face in his hands and kissed her nose and her cheeks. “Evie…I want you. I won’t deny it. But you don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I don’t want you to think I expect you to do this.”
Her confidence seemed to return quickly. “I believe I made the first move, right? I should be asking you if you’re sure you want to do this.”
She had to be a fantasy brought to life. “All I can think about is kissing you and touching you. It’s all I want.”
She smiled at him and took one of his hands, leading him to the tan leather couch against one wall. They sat down next to each other, but she moved quickly to take his face in her hands and once again seal their lips together. The kiss became hotter by the second as their tongues sparred and they angled their heads in different directions, eager to get closer, deeper.
She broke the kiss and trailed her lips along his jawline and down his neck as her hands pulled his polo shirt from his jeans and tugged it up over his head. She sat back, staring at his chest and washboard stomach while he tried to get control of his breathing. She didn’t stay passive for long.
She slid forward, her lips placing kisses along his pecs, her tongue flicking out across a nipple. “Evie…” He said her name as both a prayer and a curse. Her lips were setting him on fire. “I’m at a serious disadvantage here, don’t you think?” he finally managed to say when her kisses strayed down to his stomach.
She hesitated, looking up at him from where her lips hovered over his belly button and he groaned at the sexy image she branded into his brain. “What do you mean?”
“You already have me halfway undressed and I’m not getting a chance to see that beautiful body of yours.”
She pulled back slowly, then stood up and he watched in fascination as she began to untie the wrap-around dress. When she parted it he had to remind himself to breathe. The curves he had felt pressed against him were far more amazing to see. She wore matching green lace panties and a bra, and he could see her nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric.
She came back to him on the couch, only she straddled his hips and rubbed her body against his hard arousal in his jeans. He clenched his teeth together and let his head fall back on the couch as pleasure surged through him. His hands grabbed her outer thighs, then slowly moved up to her ass and guided her movements against him.
She gasped with pleasure and a shiver ran through her at his touch. He had never been so aroused in his life. His hands moved up her back and fumbled for a moment with the hooks for her bra before releasing the lace and exposing her breasts. Firm, round, and high on her chest, the pink nipples demanded his attention. He lifted his gaze to hers, and they stared at each other as his hand cupped her right breast, lifting and massaging it, teasing her by avoiding her puckered nipple. Finally, his fingers clamped down on it, pinching and rolling it slightly and she gasped, arching her breast further into his hand.
She ground against his erection, and even through his jeans he could feel her moist heat. Her fingers traveled to his waist and he held his breath as she undid the button and lowered the zipper on his jeans. She tugged and he lifted his hips, allowing her to pull his jeans down to his knees.
His body arched when her hand reached within his boxer briefs and wrapped around his erection, slowly stroking him. Her touch had his hips moving, thrusti
ng into her hand, and his breathing became labored. He had to touch her, too. He needed to feel her heat.
His hand slid down her flat stomach and played with the hem of her underwear, his other hand still plucking and pinching her nipples, alternating between each. She gasped when his hand delved further into her underwear, rubbing over the soft blond curls before grazing the nub of desire. She jumped in his arms, her hand tightening on his arousal, and he struggled to breathe deeply.
The scent of her passion surrounded him, and he had to touch it, had to feel it. His fingers dipped lower and found her wet and ready. She groaned softly, her hips flexing into his hand, causing his palm to rub against the aroused bundle of nerves as his fingers circled where she ached the most.
“Santo…” She gasped, her hand moving faster along his length and he knew he wouldn’t last very long if she kept caressing him so perfectly. He dropped his hand away from her breast and pushed on her back, urging her closer to him.
She cried out as he slipped a nipple into his mouth, scraping it lightly with his teeth. He teased it for several moments, circling it with his tongue, lightly slurping on it, and from the way she pressed closer to him, he knew she craved more. Breathing rapidly through his nose, he sucked it hard into his mouth at the same moment as he pressed a finger up into her.
“Santo!” she cried out, her back arching and her hips flexing with pleasure.
His heart pounded against his chest. “You’re so tight,” he murmured against her breast as he slid his finger out, then slowly pressed it back in. Her body clenched at his finger, squeezing it with excitement, same as her hand squeezed and pumped his own arousal.
He released her breast with an audible pop before latching on to her other one, and he did the same as before. He teased her by circling his tongue around the pouting nipple as his fingers teased and played with her down below, circling her opening, then pressing his palm against the screaming nub and rubbing in a rhythm her hips began to follow.
Her hand moved quickly on him, pausing to smooth her thumb over the silky fluid that leaked from the tip in his excitement. Knowing he couldn’t last much longer, he drew on her nipple sharply and thrust two fingers within, her body clenching at the invasion. Her long, low moan and the way she let her head fall back on her shoulders told him how much pleasure it brought her.
He sucked harder on her nipple and her breathing became ragged. She began to ride his hand, driving her hips harder and harder against him. With every thrust, his palm ground against her most sensitive area, and his fingers flexed within her, and from her increasing gasps and cries of pleasure, he knew he had found the right spot to hit.
She lifted her head slowly, her eyes glazed with pleasure as she stared down at him, her nipple still engulfed in his mouth. He gently bit her and her lips parted in a cry of excitement, her entire body beginning to tremble. Her hand moved rapidly on him and her other hand gripped his shoulder for balance as she drove herself to higher levels of pleasure on his hand.
He gasped for air and could feel his pleasure building rapidly. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he lightly bit her nipple again, knowing how much she enjoyed it. “Santo,” she gasped. “Santo, I…I…” She bucked hard against his hand and he ground his palm against her as he thrust his fingers in and out harder and faster, matching her frenzied movements.
She cried out softly and her body jerked against him. He kept suckling hard on her nipple, kept thrusting hard into her body as she jerked and quivered, her muscles clenching around his fingers as her hips bucked madly. Still staring into each other’s eyes, he groaned as his release overtook him and his hips began to buck as madly as hers, experiencing a powerful release that drew every muscle in his body taut.
Slowly he let her nipple slide free from his lips and she slumped against him, her face buried against his neck, her body still sporadically clenching around his fingers in the aftermath of her pleasure. Her body trembled and she continued to breathe heavily. He had never experienced anything so sexy in his entire life. Watching her come undone at the same time as he did felt like one of his fantasies had sprung to life.
He began to ease his fingers from her and she gasped, her body clamping down tightly, her trembles increasing again. He had heard of women capable of experiencing multiple orgasms but had never been fortunate enough to be with one. The idea that Evie could be such a woman had him growing aroused all over again.
“Evie?” he murmured against her ear, slowly pressing his fingers back deep inside her.
She moaned and rotated her hips and he felt her nipples harden against his chest. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
His breathing had started to even out but quickly became ragged again as he played with her. He teased her by nearly fully withdrawing his fingers, leaving her gasping and begging, before thrusting them hard and deep. He twisted his fingers and flicked his thumb over her highly sensitized nerves, and her hips rotated and bucked as she moaned and licked his ear lobe.
Her rapid breathing told him she quickly approached her second release of the night, and he became aggressive with her, growling into her ear all the things he wanted to do to her body as his fingers pulsed rapidly in and out of her, the heel of his palm grinding against her in the perfect spot. She moaned and cried with enthusiasm at the things he continued saying to her, and he could tell it excited her even more.
Her arms had wrapped around his shoulders and he worked his free hand between their bodies to pinch her nipple. Realizing she liked things a little rough, he rolled the nipple as he pinched and she arched against his hand, unknowingly allowing his fingers to go even deeper inside her with the new angle. She cried out over and over again, her body writhing against him as he went from one nipple to the other.
She began to tremble so hard he thought she might shatter and she cried his name in ecstasy, her muscles once again clamping down on his fingers. She shuddered and shook for a few minutes, her body pulsing around him. When her breathing began to slow, he once again attempted to remove his fingers and she moaned softly, her body lightly clenching as if to hold on to him, but she didn’t stop him.
They sat on the couch with her collapsed on top of him for several minutes before she finally stirred, lifting her head to look at him. “That…that…”
“Was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never seen anything so sexy as watching you come apart like that.”
“I’ve never…um, the whole second time thing…. I’ve never…”
“That’s never happened before?” he asked, feeling both surprised and thrilled she could experience such a thing with him first.
“Ugh. You must think I’m some sort of sexual deviant or something.” She leaned back slightly so she could look him in the eye. “I haven’t been with a man in over a year. I don’t do…” She waved her hand between the two of them. “This.”
Santo ran a hand through her hair. “You mean you don’t often seduce men with your charm and threat of a Taser? I’m shocked.”
Her lips lifted in a partial smile. “You know, technically we haven’t even slept together, so you can’t go back to all your buddies and brag that you had sex with me.”
He shook his head. “I’m not that type of guy. I haven’t been with a woman in a long time, either, and, well, obviously I couldn’t hold back with you. Though I’d like to remedy the whole having sex thing with you as quickly as possible. I want to be buried deep inside you the next time you come apart like that.”
Her face flushed and she bit her lower lip as she smiled. “I’d like that, too. Wait here for just a moment. I’ll be right back.”
She slid off his lap and he admired her body as she walked away from him and through a door in the hallway. He heard a cabinet door close and water running. Then she walked out to him and he loved that she had such confidence in her body she didn’t try to cover her swaying breasts. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She gave him a lopsided
smile when she kneeled on the couch next to him. “You’re staring.”
“I can’t help it.” He had been so focused on her body he hadn’t noticed she held a damp cloth. He drew in a startled breath when the wiped the warm cloth across his lower belly, then gently moved it lower. She raised an eyebrow at him when she felt his semi-erection. “What did you think would happen if you strutted around nearly naked? I can’t help that you cause me to react this way.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault? For your information, I don’t strut anywhere.”
“It’s entirely your fault. You are too sexy for your own good.”
She chuckled and leaned forward, sealing her lips to his, her tongue lightly licking his lower lip as she continued to clean the evidence of the insane pleasure she had brought him. “I want you to stay the night,” she whispered as she leaned back from him. “There is a rational side of my brain, though, that tells me having you stay could put us in an awkward position with our friends.”
“Personally I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. But this also happened really fast, and I don’t want to have you second-guessing yourself when you wake up with me in your bed in the morning.”
“I don’t regret what we just did. Do you?”
“Hell no. This will be a night I’ll never forget.” He leaned over and kissed her gently. “It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, I don’t know the way things are done anymore. I don’t want to cheapen everything we’re feeling by putting you in a position where you have to answer awkward questions from your friends.”
Evie wrinkled her nose, then sighed and stood. “I say to hell with what anyone thinks. I’d love for you to spend the night, but you’re going to pose a major distraction to some important studying I need to do. Not that I’m complaining or anything.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to do that to you, though you have put some ideas into my head about exactly how I would distract you.” He stood and slid his jeans into place and pulled his shirt back on. He smiled and pulled her into his arms, placing a searing kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, they were both breathing heavily. “Something to remember until we are in each other’s arms again.”
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