The Boyfriend Experience (The Boyfriend Experience 1)

Frustrated noises rumbled up from her throat and she slid her hands down to his chest, gathering the fabric of his shirt in her fists. “Eric . . . I’m seduced,” she told him, admitting what he’d so easily managed. “Kiss me already.”

“Not completely seduced,” he said huskily, running his tongue along her lower lip and sucking the soft, tender flesh into his mouth until she moaned. “But you will be by the time we’re done. Hang on, Evie. This is going to be one helluva wild ride.”

His mouth finally took hers, stealing her breath and senses at the same time. He slid past her parted lips, and she welcomed him eagerly, their tongues tangling erotically. His fingers slid deeper into her hair, gripping the strands and tilting her head to the side to slant his lips more completely over hers. He tasted like the best kind of sin, along with a hint of something more dangerously addictive. It was exhilarating and a bit frightening, considering she had no business letting any kind of long-term craving form with this man.

But the truth couldn’t be ignored . . . with just a kiss, she wanted more. Needed more . . . like his mouth in intimate places, his fingers touching and stroking and appeasing the ache throbbing at the crux of her thighs. And the undeniable erection making itself known between them . . . the thought of him burying his cock to the hilt inside her caused Evie to whimper against his lips.

Desire, hot and molten, spiraled down to her core, and the unexpected intensity of it made her head spin. So much passion, so quickly, defied reason because no man had ever turned her on this fast or set her body on fire with just a kiss. And the knowledge that he was equally aroused because of her was exhilarating.

His mouth continued to consume hers, edgy and hungry and blissfully indulgent, and after a good long while, his lips separated from hers and he tugged her head farther back so he could trail hot, damp, suctioning kisses down the side of her neck. His soft tongue licked a path to her collarbone, then back up to below her ear, where he nipped just hard enough to make her entire body jolt from that wicked, breathtaking bite against her skin.

There was no holding back her soft cry of pleasure that sounded incredibly sexual and needy.

“You taste so fucking good,” he rasped against her ear, his voice pure, liquid sex. “I could eat you up. Every inch of you.”

His hot, perfect words made her shudder against him and set her ablaze. Everywhere. He was giving her the dirty-talk treatment. And coming from him, she liked it. A lot.

He went in for a second kiss, their mouths coming together for another long, thrilling make-out session, until they were both precariously close to doing something she wasn’t sure she was ready for . . . yet. And definitely not at her workplace.

As if he sensed where her mind had drifted, he slowly, gradually let their lips separate. They were both panting for breath, and he pressed his forehead against hers, giving them both time to recover. After a few moments, he tipped her head back until her gaze met his dark, approving one.

“I think my world just tilted on its axis a bit,” he murmured, grinning.

She laughed softly, because she knew Eric was teasing her. But right now, with her heart racing in her chest and her own emotions a bit topsy-turvy, she didn’t want to admit that she’d felt that shift, too. For real.

For the rest of the week, Evie didn’t see Eric because of their busy schedules leading up to the holiday weekend, but they did text often. Mostly funny comments or questions about the reunion and a few flirty messages from Eric, but she was grateful that she’d had a few days to pull herself together after that unraveling kiss at the salon on Monday night. The one that felt and tasted like a whole lot more than a down payment for his services.

According to his messages, he was already anticipating his next “fee.” Honestly, so was Evie, because the man had a mouth on him that was sex personified and made her want to do all sorts of bad, naughty things to him and with him. Like tear off his clothes so she could have her wicked way with his gorgeous, drool-worthy body, she thought as she finished the last of her packing. She just had to be smart about the situation and keep in mind that this was nothing more than a temporary arrangement. She wasn’t looking to get involved with anyone anytime soon, and clearly that wasn’t on his agenda, either, considering his presence on a dating type app.