Hold Me Close - Talia Hibbert Page 0,60

your bed creak, I imagined touching you. Taking off your clothes and kissing every inch of you and then fucking you—and I’ve never done that. I’ve never fantasised about… about a friend.”

“Because you’re too noble,” she teased. Then his thumb brushed over her nipple, and her smile became a whimper.

Evan’s eyes flew to hers. “You like that.”

It wasn’t a question, but she bit her lip and nodded anyway.

So he did it again, harder this time, worrying the stiff peak. She could feel her pussy growing wet, the muscles contracting as if searching for something, begging to be filled. Lust riding her, Ruth shoved at his waistband. The fabric slid down easily over his thighs, and his cock bobbed free, beautiful as she remembered, and oh, Jesus, how she’d wanted his.

But before she could touch him, Evan bent his head over her other breast and took the aching nipple into his mouth. She cried out as his tongue flicked the tight peak with impossible delicacy, even as his lips sucked softly at her breast.

“Jesus,” she choked out. “Evan. Fuck.” He still worked her other nipple with one thumb, and Ruth stared down at the sight. At his big hand against her skin, the knuckles dusted in golden hair; at his head bent over her breast with singular focus, and the muscles in his naked back. She could see the globes of his arse and imagined how they’d look when he thrust into her, how the muscle would shift beneath his skin.

Ruth’s own hand ached to move between her legs. But before she could do anything, he released her nipple with a last, hard lick.

Looking up at her with slightly swollen lips, Evan said, “I want to make you come. You look so pretty when you come.”

She huffed out a laugh, but the sound was strained. “It’s kind of hard for someone else to make me…”

“Show me, then. We’ve got time.”

He said that as if there was no way he’d rather spend that time than trying to get her off. She understood the sentiment, because she’d be willing to spend ages sucking his cock.

Asking for what she wanted in the bedroom wasn’t a familiar habit, but Ruth had a feeling that Evan would make it easier.

The words were hard to dredge up, thick and sticky as syrup, but she forced herself to speak because she knew he really meant it. He wanted to know. He was watching her with earnest eyes shot through with thunderous shadow, and his face was so fucking… dear to her, even now, with his hand on her breast and his cock straining between them. Her blood burned through her veins at the sight of his body, and her heart squeezed in her chest at the knowledge that he was Evan. Just Evan.

“Well,” she managed. “Usually, when someone else makes me come, it’s because they, um, used their mouth.”

Evan stood, pulling his clothes off completely. It occurred to her that he’d probably been naked too, before her bed collapsed.

God, she was glad her bed had collapsed.

He stood before her, his cock rising proudly against his solid waist, his balls heavy between thick, muscular thighs, and she thought maybe she would come tonight. Without the use of her own hand. She had a rather good feeling about this.

“Lying down?” he asked.

She blinked, taking a minute to catch his meaning. “I’ve only ever done it lying down.”

He smirked. “Well, like I said, we’ve got time.” Then he pushed her gently back against the pillows, nudging her into the centre of the bed. For a moment, he slid his body over hers, and a spark of anticipation danced down her spine. His chest grazed the sensitive tips of her breasts, and she felt the weight of his cock between her thighs.

Then he kissed her gently before moving down her body, his lips trailing over her skin. His mouth brushed along the length of her throat, over the swell of her breasts. He lingered there for a moment, flicking his tongue over each stiff peak, and then he said, his voice hoarse, “I love your nipples.”

“You do?”

“Mmm.” He gave one a firm suck, and she felt the pull between her legs. Then he released her and continued his journey south. Over her ribs, her belly, her hips, went his mouth. His beard tickled everywhere, the sort of tickle that didn’t inspire laughter so much as panting, half-hysterical moans.

When his mouth passed her hips, Evan grabbed her thighs. His fingers dug into her