wouldn’t bang into the door or fall over or something equally embarrassing when she was trying her best to be sexy. She was capable of being sexy. As long as she avoided unfortunate incidents.
Clearly, God was on her side, because they made it over the threshold without issue. Maybe He thought she deserved some dick. That was probably it.
Evan slammed the door shut without a backward glance. His eyes never left her. In fact, they devoured her, hungry and insistent, and Ruth realised that the way he usually looked at her was nothing. It was restrained, controlled.
This was something else entirely.
The knowledge that he wanted her, and badly, was enough to send liquid heat pooling between her legs. And she wanted to give him that same feeling, that heady drunkenness of being desired, even if it went against her every instinct.
So Ruth swallowed down her nerves and put her hands on his chest, pushing him back against the door. Even though she wasn’t strong enough to move him, he pretended as if she was, falling back against the polished wood with a sharp exhalation.
Licking her lips, Ruth looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans.
“Ruth,” he murmured, drawing her eyes back to his face. “I need you to say something.”
She nodded. “Something like, I want to suck your cock?”
He blinked. “Um... I… I meant something like, ‘This is fine’. But that’s great. That’s fantastic. Please, continue.”
Despite Ruth’s commitment to sexiness, laughter burst from her lips. “Thank you for the invitation.”
“Oh, you’re welcome. Now, before you get too distracted…” He reached out, catching her hand in his, and tugged her forward. Closer, closer, until she was forced to slide her hands around his neck, until he could wrap an arm around her waist. “We were interrupted,” he murmured. “The other day. But—remind me—did you say that I could kiss you?”
Ruth took a breath and rose up onto her toes, sliding her body against his. Everything about him was hard, strong, perfect. He brought up a hand to cup her face, the pad of his thumb rubbing her lower lip.
“Talk,” he said gently. “Remember?”
She nodded. “Kiss me.”
His eyes darkened. The arm around her waist tightened. He pushed his thumb slightly into her mouth, parting her lips, and she bit down. When he let out a tight little breath, Ruth’s confidence grew—or rather, she forgot to think about confidence or nerves or anything at all. She sucked where she’d just bitten, and Evan actually moaned.
It was a quiet sound, deep in the back of his throat, but she heard it and she wanted more. Ruth sucked his thumb harder, and he flashed a dark smile. “You like things in your mouth, kitten?”
She released his thumb with a pop. “Some things more than others.”
With a low growl, Evan bent his head and kissed her.
The tip of his still-wet thumb dragged down Ruth’s lower lip, nudging her mouth open as he tasted her. He licked at Ruth’s tongue, somehow gentle despite the pressure of his hand on her face, the way he held her still and devoured her. His lips were so soft against hers, his beard tickling her cheek, and she felt caution in the way his arm cradled her waist.
But when it came down to it, his mouth was demanding. He was demanding. Ruth was finding that she very much enjoyed being obviously wanted. It wasn’t exactly something she’d experienced before.
When he pulled away, he didn’t really pull away at all. He still held her body against his own, still cradled her face with one hand, and let his brow rest against hers. But their lips finally parted, and he dragged in breaths as if he’d been submerged under water. She did too. For a moment, all that existed of the world was the shadowed little space between them, where air was shared and bodies were connected.
“That,” Evan finally rasped, “was worth the wait.”
And Ruth, who must have been possessed by some sex-crazed demon, murmured, “This will be too.” Then she reached between them and tugged at his jeans.
Because he knew her well, Evan gently moved her hands and deftly undid the buttons. Then he put her hands back, as if she needed encouragement.
She yanked the fabric down, and he sucked in a breath and leant back against the door, watching as if hypnotised.
She was impatient, she realised. Had been for a while and hadn’t even known it. For a moment, as she hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of his boxers,