fan of tasting myself and I wanna eat you before I fuck you.”
Evette lost the soft haze in her eyes but it was replaced with open hunger. I didn’t need a few minutes before my cock was ready for round three, though there were things I needed to tell her.
“Are you serious?” she moaned and swiveled her hips.
Hot, sleek, and drenched. It was the wetness between her legs that had my cock twitching. Knowing I’d taken her bare and it was my come combined with her excitement leaking ignited a whole new feeling of possessiveness. And I didn’t give one single fuck it probably made me a knuckle-dragging caveman.
“Ignore it and hop off.”
She hesitated then thankfully did as I asked and rolled off the bed. With an over-the-shoulder glance, her eyes swept my frame, and with easy-to-read appreciation, she smiled and strutted her perky ass to the bathroom.
It took more effort than I cared to admit not to pull her right back into bed and take care of my raging hard-on. I couldn’t say I’d never gone three rounds in one night, however, I needed time between each go. But not with Evette. A kiss, a look, a swivel of her hips—that was all it took for her to get me ready. Something we would be exploring in the future—how many times and how fast she could get me hard in one night. But unfortunately, that was going to have to wait.
She said she’d give me a chance, she’d done it openly, and she was honest. Now I needed to repay that and give her what she needed to get to know me. This was not a conversation I’d ever had with anyone. I wasn’t entirely sure how to have this particular conversation. But what I did know and would do was tell her everything.
Far too soon Evette was walking toward the bed. It was too soon because my erection had not yet gone away, and watching Evette naked and in perfect command of her long, lean frame did not help the cause. Add in her full tits on display, the sway of her hips, and not only did the sight not help, but it also had my cock throbbing.
Not good.
We needed to talk.
Or more aptly, I needed to talk, she needed to listen.
Evette stopped by the bed. Her gaze dropped to my lap and she smiled.
“You said we needed to talk,” she said without looking at me.
And without taking her eyes off my cock.
“Yep.”
“Then you might wanna put that thing away if you want me to comprehend, retain information, or participate.”
“I’m not sure He appreciates being called a Thing.”
Her gaze slowly lifted to mine and I swear to Christ my chest started to burn. That fast—the second our eyes met the oxygen in my lungs caught fire.
She didn’t look cute, open, playful, beautiful, or any of the other ways she’d looked since I met her. Happy didn’t cover it either.
What she looked was taken—by me.
But more, she was smiling down at me like I was hers.
Like she’d claimed me.
Like she knew she owned me.
And fucking hell, I loved that.
Chapter 20
I wasn’t being funny when I told Gabe he needed to put away his erection if he wanted me to concentrate on whatever conversation he wanted to have. I was all for more hanky-panky and testing my theory that under all those hard muscles were not bones but metal rods and screws. No man could go two rounds and be up—as is, up, hard, and ready to go, without even getting soft.
It was impossible.
Crazy.
Unheard of.
Yet, the proof was right there—thick, hard, and ready.
I’d just cleaned up and already I felt wetness between my legs.
“Honey?”
“Huh?”
“Get into bed so we can talk.”
“Is this gonna be a long talk?”
“It’d get done a lot faster if you hurry up and get your sweet ass into bed.”
I’d prefer my ‘sweet ass’ bent over the side of the bed again. But I didn’t say that out loud. Not only because it would make me sound like a brazen hussy but because Gabe sounded serious. There was something on his mind and I needed to put sex out of mine and give him the time he asked for. The problem was I didn’t want to climb over him. It was embarrassing and I was ashamed to admit it but the thought of accidentally falling on his dick had crossed my mind. The accidentally part would be—of course—accidentally-on-purpose.
I didn’t get a chance to contemplate how I was going