on his shirt and it dropped to her knees, but her nearly bare ass was freezing on the granite.
He grinned. “Not to worry. I’m going to warm you up.” He eased her back against the stone counter.
Next thing she knew, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and yanked them down and off. He spread her legs, bent down, and licked the seam of her thigh, teasing her with gentle flicks and nips. He held open her sex and pulled her into his mouth, devouring her, sucking and nibbling on her clit.
She arched up her hips, wanting more. The man had a golden talent with his tongue, and she was on the edge almost instantly. When he bit down lightly, she started to come. Gripping the edge of the counter, she writhed back and forth, her hips lifting, grinding against him until she came down from the high to which he’d taken her.
“Holy hell,” she muttered, her legs dangling from the granite top.
He lifted her up to a sitting position. “See? You aren’t thinking about being cold now, are you?”
“Nope. But I am thinking about this.” She slid off the counter and lowered herself to her knees, taking his sweats down next. “I didn’t get a chance to taste you yet.”
He let out a rough groan and kicked the pants off to the side. She looked at his thick erection and knew this wouldn’t be easy. He was a large man, but she wanted to make him feel good. And she really wanted to see her effect on him.
She reached out and gripped him, running her hand over the velvety steel of his cock, using the pre-come on the tip to lubricate her palm.
“Harder,” he said in a gruff tone.
Happy to accommodate him, she grasped him tighter and pulled back and forth, tugging on his hard flesh until he was thrusting into her hand. Only then did she release her clasp and guide him into her open mouth.
As she closed her lips around as much of him as she could take, he shuddered, his fingers coming to rest on her head.
“Fuck. You feel so good. Warm and wet.” He jerked his hips forward, and she relaxed her mouth, letting him slide in deeper, doing her best to handle him.
She rested her hands on his thighs, and he began to move, gliding out and in, picking up a rhythm yet stopping short of hitting the back of her throat. She sucked, her lips surrounding his thick erection, and he groaned, his hips moving faster until he let go, spurting in her mouth, his entire body trembling as he came.
She released him to catch her breath but she was very pleased at how fast she’d made him climax and how hard he’d orgasmed.
Looking up at him, she grinned. “Good?”
“The best.”
He helped her to her feet and pulled her close for a deep, warm kiss that pushed past all those boundaries she’d tried to put back after walking out of his bedroom this morning.
Then, as if he woke up with her in his bed and kitchen every morning, he strode over to make himself a cup of coffee.
Her gaze fell to his broad back and she sighed. He was easy to like. To have fun with. And she could fall for him so effortlessly, but she needed to remind herself that’s all this was.
Fun and short-term.
* * *
Damon dressed, then leaned against the armoire in the bedroom and groaned, listening to the blow dryer in the bathroom. He’d convinced Evie to share a shower that was just a shower before her brother arrived. No sex had been involved, but he’d never look at soap and not think of the way she’d leaned over and lathered her legs, her stomach, and her breasts again.
All the while, a wicked smile had curved her lips. Lips that had just recently been wrapped around his cock.
Evie strode out of the bathroom wearing a pair of sweats his sister kept in a guest room for when she stayed over and one of Damon’s tee shirts because he’d liked how she looked wearing his clothes.
Seeing his shirt wrapped around her curves had him feeling possessive, the need to hold her, keep her safe, and make her his overwhelming. But it was way too soon to even broach the idea of a long-term relationship, especially given that she was still dealing with her past and was far from ready to consider a future with him.
He couldn’t believe