The Boyfriend Experience (The Boyfriend Experience 1)

The force of it was so intense her lips parted to release a scream of pleasure, only to feel Eric’s big hand cover her mouth to muffle what would have alerted anyone in the nearby vicinity what they were doing inside the cabin. In her ear, he grunted and groaned and swore as he slammed into her from behind, driving impossibly deeper as he came right along with her.

As far as mornings went, it was one of the best ones she’d had in a long time.

Eric took a shower first, changed into a T-shirt and swim trunks since they had the canoe race today, and waited for Evie to finish up in the bathroom before they headed to the lodge for breakfast, where he’d meet the rest of her family that had come to the reunion.

A few minutes later, she came out in a tank top and shorts, though he could see that she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit beneath. She had on only minimal makeup, and he liked her fresh-faced and natural, especially since her cheeks were still pink and flushed from this morning’s satisfying round of sex.

She slid her feet into a pair of flip-flops, slipped an elastic band around her wrist to put up her hair later for the canoe race, and smiled at him. “Ready to go before my mother comes banging on our door?”

“Give me a minute.” He walked up to her, and she let out a startled sound as he buried his fingers in her hair and brought her lips to his and kissed her deeply, passionately.

She tasted like mint and so warm and addicting he wondered how he was going to get enough of her over the next two days. While she gripped the front of his shirt to keep herself steady as she melted into him, he took the next two minutes to devour her mouth—his lips, tongue, and teeth, along with his fingers deliberately disheveling her hair, all joining in to make sure she looked completely and utterly ravished.

By the time he ended the kiss and took in the arousal that painted her cheeks pink and the blissful look in her blue eyes, he was pleased with his accomplishment. “There. Now we’re ready. You might not look freshly fucked, but there is no denying I just kissed the hell out of you. Your lips are red and a little swollen, and your hair is just tousled enough that it’ll be crystal clear to Raquel and Graham, or anyone else who looks at you, that I find you absolutely irresistible.” Which was the truth.

She lifted her hand to fix the strands he’d deliberately mussed up, and he grabbed her wrist to stop her, shaking his head. “Leave your hair alone and own it, Evie, because you’re a beautiful, desirable woman and you need to embrace that.” If Eric did anything for her this weekend, he wanted to build her confidence after the dickheads she’d dated had destroyed it.

So another man can enjoy your efforts? his mind taunted him. Yeah, he didn’t like the thought of another guy touching her or kissing her or fucking her . . . and that certainly was a new and foreign feeling for him.

“Isn’t that what you hired me for?” he asked, reminding her as much as himself of his reasons for being here. “To make sure everyone believes that you have a boyfriend who can’t keep his hands off you?”

She gave him a half smile. “You do your job almost too well. In fact, you’re not too bad at this whole boyfriend thing, considering you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“You’re my first girlfriend experience.” He winked at her, meaning it purely as part of the whole boyfriend experience gig, but he was beginning to realize that the feelings swirling inside him weren’t part of the act. And that scared the crap out of him. More than he cared to admit.

Hand in hand, they headed up to the main lodge for the breakfast buffet, and when they arrived, they were directed to a room that had been reserved for the family reunion for the weekend. They were greeted by the savory scent of eggs, bacon, and coffee, and his stomach growled accordingly.

The first person to greet them, of course, was Evie’s mother, Lauren, who came up to her daughter and patted her cheeks. “Look at you! You’re glowing this morning,” she said, pretty much insinuating that sex or a few orgasms were the reason for Evie’s lustrous complexion, which Eric supposed they were.

“And so are you, Mom,” she deadpanned, and Eric bit back the smile at the small thread of sarcasm in Evie’s voice. Yeah, definitely feisty this morning.

Lauren blinked at her in surprise, then smiled. “Why, I suppose I am,” she admitted unabashedly. “Morning sex is the best way to start the day, am I right?”