“There are a million secrets lurking inside of you, aren’t there?” Evan skims his lips over my neck. “Tell me one, Chloe. Just one.”
I look over at him beneath hooded eyes. We’re in a hotel. This one was next to the pizza place. That had me immediately wondering if he chose that particular restaurant for dinner so we could enjoy each other for dessert. “What makes you think I have secrets?”
He traces my erect nipple with the tip of his index finger. “All I know about you is that your name is Chloe Jones and you fucked every last ounce of energy out of my body just now.”
I could say the same for him.
We didn’t waste a second once he closed the hotel room door. We both stripped quickly. There wasn’t any need for foreplay. He knew that I wanted his cock and he happily pulled me onto his lap and let me ride him until I came.
When he flipped me over onto all fours and took me from behind, I screamed into the sheets on the bed. I couldn’t control it. He was so deep and every grunt only drove me closer to another intense release.
“This has to be fair.” I watch as he licks my nipple with a long, gentle stroke. A shiver runs through me. “If I tell you something about me, I expect you to tell me something about you.”
He doesn’t look at my face as he answers. “I can do that.”
I debate about what to confess. Most of my secrets are buried so deep that I’d have to wade through a river of tears and pain to pull them to the surface. I decide on something intimate, but not revealing.
“You were my first one-night stand.”
“I know.” His fingers skim over my stomach to the top of my mound. He drags them across the seam of my pussy in the most painfully slow way. My thighs clench as I feel desire pool in my core.
“How did you know?” I ask breathlessly as he circles my clit with the pad of his thumb.
He finally looks into my eyes. “You were nervous. You looked scared. I was tempted to tell you to take more time to think it over.”
I inch my hips off the bed to create more friction with his touch. “I wasn’t scared. I was unsure. Why didn’t you tell me to take more time?”
He keeps his gaze locked to mine as he increases the pace of his thumb. “I wanted you too much. I had to have you.”
I close my eyes. It’s all too intense. His words, his touch and the feelings that are crowding my common sense and urging me to let go.
Chapter 19
Evan
I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in my life than Chloe letting go. Every time she’s climaxed, I’ve watched her intently. This last time, I was in awe.
I was fingering her while she confessed that I was her first one-night stand.
It made me want to tell her everything. All of my past mistakes, my regrets, and every way I’ve allowed myself to be as vulnerable as she was being in that moment.
She didn’t have to tell me that, but she chose to.
“You’re not getting off that easy, Evan.” She rolls on her side to face me. “You promised that you’d tell me something too.”
I take in every curve of her body. I’m grateful as fuck that she didn’t pull the sheet up to cover herself.
She lets out a sigh. “When you look at me that way, it makes me think you’re going to fuck me again to avoid confessing a secret.”
I palm my semi-erect dick. “Is that an invitation because I can go again?”
She swats her hand on my bare shoulder. “If your confession is a good one, a blow job might be in order.”
My cock swells instantly and I give it a leisurely stroke. “I’m thirty-four.”
Her tongue slicks her bottom lip. “I need more.”
“I work in medicine.” I swallow with that one because I learned early on that when a woman meets a cock she likes, she’d go to great lengths to track it down.