“You smell so fucking good, Reese.”
“I know,” she murmurs hardly able to get the words out. Her slender throat is vulnerable, pulse increasing, and she gulps lusty saliva. “You stink, Evan, go wash off.”
Goosebumps prickle her arms and I swear that her heart is beating wildly against my chest as I lean just that close. She’s shooing me away, with her words, but her body is shouting for me to ravish her. She wants to be dirty.
Pearly-white teeth scour over the raspberry color of her bottom lip. She’s waiting for me to tear her apart, but not willing to request it.
My hand clamps at the low ponytail at the back of her neck. I tug assertively. Her back is against the counter and now her chin juts up. My cock thumps against her thigh. Her eyes dance with wanton desire, but she says not one word.
My mouth clamps over her bottom lip. I savor the taste; she’s been sampling my panna cotta. My tongue glides over the satin of hers, and Reese matches my hard kiss.
Then I bite down on her lip. Reese yelps against my mouth.
She tries to argue. “You sadist—”
My mouth claims hers once more, kissing away her argument. In one quick swoop, I’ve grabbed the voluptuous meat of her ass, and placed her onto the granite countertop. Not satisfied with her position, she’s just out of my reach, just far enough away that I can’t use her body the way her body is begging me to use it. So my hands clamp against those curvy thighs of hers and I drag her ass closer to me in a matter of a second.
There are certain times that I allow her to rule. She needs it. The false sense of domination decreases her likelihood of running from me. The image of Reese deciding to follow through with her uncertainty about us is unfathomable…
She frowns at my roughness. Though her chest is heaving, those nipples are harder than ever, and her eyes are still heavy with lust, Reese exclaims, “Slamming me against the counter is the thanks I get for cooking your favorite meal?”
“Everything you cook is my favorite, and Not at all, Reese.”
“Humph.” Her brow is scrunched and her artifice is deliciously sinful. I have it in my mind to fuck that frown off her face.
“Beautiful, that little attitude you have tells me that you preferred that I had continued to have my way with you, no matter how rough I got.”
She folds her arms, eyes narrowed slightly, although those chocolate orbs are still twinkling.
“I’ll get around to thanking you for dinner and dessert.” I cock my head to the refrigerator where the food is already prepared. “But I'm a man who enjoys his dessert first. And I do not save the best for last. I’m stinky. Now you’re stinky. Let’s shower.”
31
Reese
“Let’s shower? Evan, I was clean! I just took a shower. I boxed the last few items, squeezed in time to make sure you got fed, and took a shower, you cocky bastard,” I toss back since Evan has just dirtied me up with his sweat and has decided to force me to take a shower. My chest is still heaving, just a tad. I have never in my life been kissed with such passion. But then again, each time he kisses me, I take a moment to remind myself of my name, age, and other vital statistics.
I want to say I love Evan, but I need him more.
“The biggest fucking mistake you can ever make, doll, is to depend on a motherfucker. Promise me, Reese, you won’t ever place all your cards on the table for some…” Milo’s voice fades from my ears, probably because my mother had started her reprimanding for all his cussing.
Evan grabs my chin. His lips slam down on mine. And he kisses away sordid recollections of my father. All thoughts period. Once again, my brain cannot comprehend that I usually play hard to get during his alpha trip.
As his lips part from mine, an impish grin rainbows across my entire face.
Evan pushes his tie askew. I reach up and grab his linen shirt. Might be deplorable but I grab until the silk buttons pop. His Italian marble, chiseled face doesn't contort one bit. He pulls out of the ruined shirt, and my eyes feast in on an eight pack of taut muscles. I reach for his chest. The back of my hand is washed with prickles of pain as Evan slaps my hand down.
“Bastar—” The word is tossed back into my throat as is Evans tongue. He once again twirls his tongue around mine until I'm the simpleton he sought. Yeah, I need him to make the torment of my father disappear. Evan is my savior.
His glorious lips travel along my jawline. He gnaws on the fragile bone just enough to make me even more giddy. Then down my slender neck to my chest as his hands grip along the inseam of my tiny exercise shorts. He yanks those down along with my panties. They go sailing over his shoulder.
And then the chaotic sex with my very own superhero ceases. Evan’s chest puffs up and deflates. I tell myself not to reach for a touch, but then again the torture doesn't hold as much weight as the feel of his steel pecs beneath my palms. Yet and still, fear leaves me to be patient and abide by his timing. He's thoughtful. Those dark eyes have lightened some with consideration.
Callused fingertips brush against my inner thighs, as Evan presses my legs wide. Cool air hits the gloss of my nether regions. Evan moves to his knees. All the air in my lungs expires as he nears my most treasured gift. My heart stops. The simplicity of breathing has been unlearned. The moment his tongue flicks out to taste my clit, my head softly kisses the cupboard. Eyes drifting closed. Air washes into my lungs as I sigh.
This man has had
