lived. I couldn’t stop thinking about how when this was over she’d leave and I’d never see her again. The thought depressed me.
“You do. But right now you’re here with a choice to make. You can walk away and we’ll pretend this conversation never happened. Or you can take me up on my offer. It’s up to you. But if you step closer, do it knowing as soon as you’re within reach your jeans will be around your thighs and my fingers will be between your legs and you’ll be screaming your first orgasm within minutes.”
“Full of yourself, aren’t you?”
When a man had nothing to offer a woman but pleasure, if that man was smart he learned to do it well. And since I wasn’t stupid I’d learned a few tricks over the years.
“Come on over here and we’ll see how full I can make you.”
A wicked smile curved up and a new challenge lit her face.
“Hm. Maybe you’re the one who will be screaming your orgasm within minutes.”
Hell yeah. I liked the way she thought.
I spread my arms wide and issued my own challenge.
“You think you’re up for it, I won’t stop you.”
Evette licked her lips and I let my mind go to all the filthy fantasies I’d tried to bury over the last few days. Dark cravings I’d kept suppressed. Needs I’d never shared with another woman but with Evette, I wanted to unleash the beast and give her the real me. I wanted to see her sweet face twisted with lust when I had her on her knees in front of me as I fucked her mouth. I wanted to see her swallow my cock and my come. I wanted her lips red and puffy from sucking me off. But more than all of that I ached to hear her moan my name, beg for my cock, cry out in pleasure.
I let my arms fall back to my sides and waited.
Evette didn’t take a step.
No, instead she one-upped me by toeing off her shoes. Then the flimsy white blouse came off and she tossed it aside. Her hands dropped and lingered on the button of her jeans.
“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?”
“Yes.”
Unfazed, Evette shrugged and popped the button, and slowly dragged down the zipper. With a wiggle, she pushed her pants over her ass, down her thighs, and finally, she stepped out of them leaving her in a tight pink tank top and a pair of lacy black panties.
Good Christ.
Who knew the sweet Miss London had a wild side?
“Now your turn.”
I shook my head and smiled.
“That’s not how this works.”
“How does it work?”
“I already told you.”
“You want me to come to you.” Her brow arched and I nodded.
My restraint slipped a fraction when her hands went to the hem of her tank top and she slowly started to pull it up.
Bold.
Confident.
Sexy as all fuck.
But I remained rooted in place even when the pink scrap of fabric sailed through the air, hit my chest, and when I made no attempt to catch it fell to the floor.
“Your control is impressive.”
There was a hint of vulnerability in her tone. After all, not many men would stand two feet from a gorgeous woman in nothing but a bra and panties and not make his move. It was by sheer force of will I hadn’t jumped her and fucked her on the kitchen floor. Willpower I didn’t know I’d possessed. But I needed something from her, something I didn’t understand with other women, but with her, it came into focus.
A clarity that slammed into my chest and made me come alive.
“Step closer and I’ll show you just how impressive I am.”
Evette’s eyes dropped to my crotch. I knew what she saw. My cock was rock hard and ready to pound her into next week. But I didn’t dare take my eyes off her face. One slip downward and I’d get an eyeful of her barely covered tits and all bets would be off. My body literally ached to touch her, to taste her, to command every inch of her.
The need flowed through my veins, so hot my skin crawled.
I had to have her but she needed to come to me.
“I think I can see how impressive you are from over here.” Evette’s gaze traveled back up and she locked eyes with mine before she finished. “Tell me something, Gabe.”
I’d tell her almost anything she wanted to hear if it meant she walked her fine ass closer. I jerked my