Love or Money - Elizabeth Roderick Page 0,72

can’t believe how much shit they made you go through. Norton told me the whole story, and I wanted to fucking punch him.”

“It’s okay, it’s over now.” She sighed as his hands slid down her belly.

“I missed you so goddamn much. I thought I was going to go crazy.” His lips met hers again, hungrily, and she drew a breath as his gentle fingers found her clit. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he said, rubbing slowly. “That shit is over now forever. Our new life starts right now.”

“I love you, Evan,” she gasped, pressing against his hand.

“I love you too, Riel.”

She sighed in disappointment as he took his fingers away. “Don’t tease me,” she said, giving him a pouty look.

He laughed, then snuck over and closed the door. He pulled the privacy curtain around the bed for good measure, then he crawled up next to her on the narrow cot. Riel scooted over against the sidebars to accommodate him.

She ran her finger lightly over his bandaged shoulder. “It doesn’t hurt you, to be like this?”

“I’m fine. I barely feel it. You? How’s your head? You hurting?”

She smiled. “I feel just fine, now that you’re here.”

He kissed her, his lips and tongue lingering on hers, his hands caressing her body and pulling her against him. Riel ran her hands up his shirt, feeling the muscles of his chest. The warmth of his body and the sweetness of his lips engulfed her, driving out all her pain and worries, making her feel whole. She interlaced her legs with his, wanting every inch of her skin against his.

He pushed up her hospital gown, squeezing her breasts, his lips working their way down her jaw, her neck, to her nipples. Riel closed her eyes, sighing, as he laid kisses down her belly. His lips made their way to her navel, then went lower, his breath warm against her skin. He tugged her panties down over her hips, and she wiggled out of them, tossing them aside. He looked up at her, his eyes lingering on her body.

“You’re so beautiful, even in that nasty hospital gown.” He pushed her thighs apart, leaning down to push his tongue inside her.

Riel bit her lip to keep herself from crying out, pressing her hips up against his mouth. He stroked her clit with two fingers, his tongue slowly exploring.

“Evan, I want you,” she moaned, and he made a muffled noise. “Evan, fuck me, please.” He pressed harder with his fingers, fucking her slow with his tongue, pleasure building up inside her. “Please, Evan.”

Finally, he sat up, pulling his jeans down his hips. Riel grasped his shoulders and flipped him over on his back, lifting up her gown and straddling him.

She sighed and he moaned as she slowly lowered herself down onto his hard cock. She watched as his green eyes glazed over with need, feeling that same need in herself. “Oh, Riel,” he said, breathing heavily.

He grabbed her ass and moved inside her as she rode him, slowly, taking him as deep as she could. He leaned up to take each of her nipples into his hot mouth.

She felt the head of his cock moving deep in her, felt the heat growing. He moved faster, urgently, thrusting up into her. Then he gasped and moaned her name, his hips moving uncontrollably. She cried out as the pleasure took her over, filling every part of her.

Then she sat atop him, catching her breath. He blinked up at her with a sly smile, and she suddenly remembered where they were.

“The doctor is going to kick me out if he finds us like this,” Evan said.

Riel giggled. “I won’t let him. You’re good medicine.” She crawled off him and cuddled against him in the narrow bed, careful not to jostle his bad shoulder. He pulled the blanket over the both of them and they lay there holding each other, their legs entwined.

“I want to be with you forever, Riel,” he said, and she smiled.

“I’d like that a lot.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Six Months Later…

Evan came in and hung his work hat on the hook beside the door. “Hey, Rielita,” he said, pressing his lips to her neck. “Studying again?”

She wrinkled her nose at the books spread out on the dining table. “Yeah. I just realized I have a test on Monday, and I’m not ready at all. I don’t know why I have to take all this math. It’s killing me.”

He laughed, gently ruffling her hair. “You got an A