His tongue fluttered against her clit, and she cried out. He suckled the tiny bead and her body tensed, her fingers twisting his hair.
“Again,” she demanded in a raspy voice. “Please, God. Evan, do that again.”
He repeated the sequence. Once, twice, three times—
“Oh, fuck!” Her body trembled, her breath caught.
Evan did it once more…
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” Her hands shifted to his shoulders, and she clasped them tight as her body quaked. “Yes. Oh, God, yes! Evan!”
She came hard and fast.
He continued to lick and suck as her cream dampened her flesh. She tasted incredible. Drove him wild. Made him want to give her a dozen more climaxes, one right after the other.
“Shit, Evan,” she said as she continued to shake. He held her steady with his hands on her thighs. “This is so incredible.”
She still gripped his shoulders. Her head fell back, and she breathed deep.
Evan said, “You do realize that I’m only getting started…”
* * *
He was too delicious for words.
Staci swayed a little on her high heels. Kicked them off. “This is certainly a creative way to get me out of my shoes.”
Evan stood. His hands roved her body as he kissed her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Against her throat, he murmured, “You know you drive me wild, right?”
“Finally in a good way.”
His lips skated over her jaw, brushing over her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue as it slipped inside. Evan kissed her in the same searing, passionate way he had at the restaurant.
One hand splayed along the small of her back. The other cupped her breast and massaged with a bit of roughness that belied his tension, his need. A sense of urgency. Scorching desire.
His thumb swept over her hard nipple. A tremor shot through her body.
Evan backed her up against the sofa, not breaking their kiss. Then he eased her down into the corner, until she lay on the satin lining of her overcoat, which she’d left sprawled on the cushion. The material felt cool against her flushed skin. Evan made her so damn hot it was a wonder she didn’t spontaneously combust.
He settled between her parted thighs, one forearm propping him up. Staci’s fingers threaded through his lush hair while her other hand clasped his rock-hard biceps. The man was a mountain of rigid muscles covered by smooth, warm skin that felt incredible beneath her fingertips, against her body.
He dragged his mouth from hers and went back to kissing and gently biting her neck while she tried to catch her breath. Not much luck there. His finger and thumb rolled and pinched her nipple, making the taut peak pebble even tighter. Her skin tingled. Her stomached quivered.
Yeah, pulling in a full breath was not a possibility. Evan had her crazed. Burning up. Desperately wanting him.
His mouth skimmed along her collarbone, and then his tongue curled around one nipple while his thumb whisked over the other.
She moaned, low and throaty.
Evan drew her nipple into his mouth and suckled deep, sending a bolt of pleasure through her. Then the tip of his tongue flitted over the puckered bud as his hand moved down her body, his fingers trailing to the apex of her legs. They glided over her slick folds. Back and forth. Caressing slowly, evocatively. Making her insanely aroused.
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered against her breast, his warm breath blowing over her nipple, keeping it tight and tingly. Making her ache for more of what he had to offer. “I want you even wetter.”
He was doing a damn fine job of getting her there, teasing her with the flickering of his tongue on the center of her breast and his fingers still stroking her moist flesh.
“Evan,” she said on a sharp breath. “You’re torturing me.”
His head lifted, and his gaze met hers. “I want you to beg me to fuck you, Staci. I want you t