She leaned forward and kissed me. It was just as I said. Nothing else in the entire world mattered when I was with her. The last two weeks without her had been fraught with stress and worry. With her lips against mine, I wasn’t thinking about anything else except her. She was the salve I needed.
“Bedroom,” I murmured against her lips.
She got up, extending her hand to help me off the couch. She led me down the short hallway to her bedroom. There were several candles burning on the dresser. The curtains were drawn, and it was just me and her.
I pulled her close and kissed her slow and deep, savoring every breath and whimper she released.
Chapter 58
Evie
I told myself to guard my heart. That rational side of me was easily shushed and sent to a corner whenever he touched me. My body longed for his touch. I craved his kisses. I was addicted to the man in the worst way.
I could hear my inner dialogue as if I were a third party listening in. I bargained with myself. One night of passion with him and then I would stay away from him. Just one more night. I just needed him one more time to take the edge off.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips grazed my earlobe. “I dream about you every night. I think about touching you all the time. Sometimes, I think I smell you while I’m in bed, only to wake up and find myself alone.”
His words sent shivers up and down my spine. My entire body erupted into gooseflesh. “I think about you all the time.”
He ran his hands down my sides, stroking me through my clothes. He didn’t appear to be in any real hurry to strip me. I was feeling just the opposite. I felt as if I would erupt into flames if I didn’t have his skin against mine.
“I want you,” he breathed. His hands slid up my shirt, sliding up the fabric until I was reaching my hands to the ceiling. With one quick lift, it was over my head. I instinctively leaned into him, my breasts pushing against his hard chest.
“More,” I begged. “I need more.”
“I’m going to give you so much more.”
I rubbed against him like a cat rubbing against its owner. I demanded to be petted and stroked. “I’m so hot.”
“Yes, you are,” he teased. He pushed my pants down.
I very ungracefully stepped out of them and kicked them out of my way.
“You have too many clothes on,” I pouted, still rubbing my body against his.
“Shh,” he said before swallowing my complaints.
He slid his hand over my hip and circled around to move between my legs. The heat from his palm infused me with electricity as he pressed against my very core. I moaned, grinding my hips against his hand in an effort to seek more friction.
“More,” I begged. I was on fire. I had been too long without his touch. I needed him more than anything else in that moment.
“Take it,” he ordered. “I’m right here. You take what you need.”
I reached between us and held his hand against me before rubbing myself against the heel of his hand. I gasped, pure pleasure shooting through me. “Yes,” I whispered. I was in control.
I moved against his hand, riding it until I worked myself into a frenzy.
“Harder,” he commanded.
“More.”
“Harder,” he said again.
I was trembling with need. My body felt frenzied. It wasn’t enough. “More,” I said again with more force.
He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me several inches before dropping me onto the bed. I scrambled backward, waiting for him to join me. He crawled beside me without taking off his clothes. I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing when he put his hand over me once again. He didn’t move for several seconds, simply absorbing the heat emanating from between my legs. I writhed under him, desperate for penetration.
He pulled my panties away. I moaned, waiting for what I knew was coming next. His hand settled over my exposed center. When he didn’t slide the finger I was craving inside me, I took matters into my own hands. I placed my hand over his, pushing him against me. More heat and friction coursed through my body.
He made no move to put a finger inside me. Once again, I took the initiative. I adjusted his hand over me, and with my