Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

“Well, that’s him off to sleep,” I say with a smile to Evan. “What a fun day. I don’t know if we got enough work done but we had a good time.”

“I got some done,” Evan tells me with a grin. “But to be honest I had such a good day with Liam, I don’t even care.” He looks longingly towards the bedroom. “It makes me realize that I don’t spend enough time with him, you know? I want to do that more. I suppose this downsize has come at a good time for me, personally.”

Wow. For a closed off mind he’s really opening up to me and it feels great. It also resonates quite well with my situation which stings at my heart. I’ve been trying my hardest not to think about it all day long, especially not after speaking to Grant and Robyn. But now, it’s filling my brain. It’s consumed me completely. I can hardly think of anything else.

“Yeah, I get it,” I tell Evan while taking a seat opposite. I probably should go now, but I don’t want to. He seems quite keen to have me here anyway, so I’m not gonna fight that. “You want to work out a way to have a life outside of work. It’s a bit like the dilemma I’m having. Different, I know because you have a son, but yeah…” I shrug in a way that I hope comes off a bit blasé. I don’t if I want Evan to know how hard I’m hurting over this. “I want a life too.”

“Is that why you’re still struggling?” he asks me in a caring tone of voice. “I take you haven’t made a decision when it comes to being a partner yet or not.”

“No I haven’t made any decisions, I’m still agonizing over it.” I laugh awkwardly. “Some people keep telling me I should do one thing, others tell me to do the other, I guess I just haven’t worked out what I want yet.”

Evan nods slowly and reaches under the counter. When he pulls out a tumbler of some amber looking liquid my heart leaps up into my throat. If we’re about to start drinking alcohol now that increases my chances of staying here the night. I mean, I could get a cab back, but I don’t think that will happen. I think this is a hint that Evan wants me to stay, and damn it I want to stay too.

“I think we should have a celebratory drink, don’t you?” he says with a wink. “I think we’ve earned it after all the hard work and playing that we’ve done today.”

I gulp noisily and give him one sharp nod. I know I should probably say something, but I can’t seem to find the words. The only thing my brain is certain of is the fact that I don’t want to be anywhere but here, with him. Drinking whatever the hell he’s giving to me. Evan slides me the glass and I take it from him, then I take a massive swig from the glass before screwing up my face and almost spitting it out again. It’s disgusting, so burning hot and bitter, but I have to swallow it down. I need to. If I don’t want to ruin the potential mood that’s going on here then I really can’t spit.

“Wow, that was…” I gasp desperately. “That was something.”

“Oh yeah, it’s quite strong.” Evan gives me a playful, teasing smirk. “Sorry about that, it isn’t for anyone who isn’t a hardened drinker.”

“Oh, so you’re a hardened drinker are you?” He shakes his head. “Just with this stuff, I take it?”

To be honest, by the time I get to the second swig an

yway, and I take a much more conservative sip, it isn’t too bad. It’s still strong and bitter, but my throat is already on fire so I don’t have to suffer the burning sensations.

Evan holds out his glass to me and I clink mine against it, despite the fact that I don’t really know what I’m cheering him for. Judging by the twinkle in his eye, it might be about what’s going to happen. A shiver tears up and down my spine as I consider something exciting really happening. The idea of those delicious fingers of his all over me is almost too much to bear. I don’t know how I can stand it again… but I also don’t think I can live without it either.

“Come here,” Evan eventually murmurs, as he sets his now empty glass on the table. “I’ve been wanting to touch you all night long.”

As I rise from my seat and the memory of the last time I hooked up with Evan and his tongue was everywhere, I become something of a sexual goddess. My hips sway, my chest pokes out further, I feel a burning up and down my legs, pulsating in my panties. Evan looks at me in a certain way and it sets me alight. It makes me become the person I am in his eyes, if only for a short moment.

“I’ve wanted to touch you too,” I whisper back as I dip my head towards him. This time, it’s my hands on his cheeks as we kiss and I have to admit it feels nice. It builds up the intense bond that we already share even deeper. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for hours.”

Evan’s fingers tug at the buttons of my shirt as the kiss deepens and I do the same to him. The atmosphere between us has completely shifted to a thick, heady, sexual tension that fills up my stomach and lungs totally. All I can breathe in is him and it feels incredible. Then once my shirt has been ripped from my body and it lies on the ground behind me, Evan claps his hands onto my knees and he works them up my thighs, getting ever closer to where I’m aching painfully for him. He edges up, then moves his way back down again without actually touching me. He’s teasing me, and it makes me yearn for control. The last time we were together, Evan had all of it, I gave myself over to him completely, but this time I want it to be him. I want him to be a shuddering mess all because of me.

I move my mouth to his thick strong neck and I kiss down his chest, brushing my lips against his rock hard abs as I go. Every new bit of him that I get to feel intensifies everything until I can barely stand any longer. My knees knock together, I’m like a puddle of jelly, it’s a wonderful nightmare.

Surprising Evan, I drop to the floor next to his set with a thud. My head is at the perfect level for what I want to do, and as I gaze up at him with wide, saucer like eyes, I can see the delight in his expression. I fiddle with his belt, keeping my eyes fixed on him the entire time and after a while his thighs tense up and his body shakes with anticipation.

“Oh, Katy,” he groans as his trousers burst open. “Oh fuck.”

He gives me a hand by lifting up his butt and sliding down his underwear to give me the part of him that I so desperately need, and as he does I gasp loudly. I remember him being massive, but being this close to his thick, throbbing erection takes things to another level. I part my lips slightly, wondering if I’m even going to be able to take him in my mouth. I’ll have to try, but the thought fills me with utter thrilling terror.

I wrap my fingers around him and I slide my hand up and down his shaft. His cock is boiling hot, it burns my hand, but I love it. Every damn second of it. It makes my mouth water. So much so that it isn’t long before I’m leaning my mouth in and pressing my lips gently up against him, kissing him. I don’t know what I’m doing really, maybe preparing myself, but it feels really right. Then I flick my tongue out and I lick him lightly. He tastes so good, so manly. I want more of him so I slide my mouth open once more and I wrap my lips around him, filling up my mouth completely.

He feels so good, I actually moan against his cock as I slide up and down him. I don’t know how far I take him in my mouth but I know I can’t do any more. He’s just ginormous. As I bob my head up and down, I lick him at the same time, and soon his cock shudders between my lips.

“Oh fuck.” Evan fists his hands up into my hair. “Oh fucking hell, Katy, that feels…” He’s gasping, desperate, needy, just the way that I want him. “That feels too good. I need you to stop.”

I don’t want to really, I’m enjoying myself as I run my mouth all over him, but I don’t want this to end right here. I want more from Evan, I want to feel him inside of me. The last time wasn’t enough, it made me hungry for more, and now I need that. I need to feel him everywhere.

Evan tucks his hands under my armpits and he tugs me upwards. The moment I’m on my feet I kiss him hard and fast again. As I do, my legs straddle him and I feel the tip of his cock teasing me through my underwear, soaking my panties with need.

“Oh fuck, I need you,” I moan as I hook my arm around Evan’s neck. “I need you.”

He pushes me back for a moment while he grabs a condom form his pocket and he rolls it down over himself. I can feel his fingers brushing against my clit as he does and it makes my head toss back with utter, sheer burning desire. I want him even more than I did the last time we slept together. The last time I needed him because it had been such a long time, but now it’s just him that I’m craving. I’m craving him fucking bad.