all I cared.
“Do you want to know the truth?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
He lapped his tongue just below my ear. “I had to get off in the shower before I could sleep that night.”
My eyes rolled back and the pressure between my legs grew. “Really?”
“Really. I was thinking of you.”
My breath came faster. His hands all over me, his body pressing against mine, and his low voice in my ear were driving me absolutely crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about the time I’d seen him in the shower. Had he been thinking of me then, too?
Oh dear god.
“Since we’re being honest,” I said, my voice breathy, “once you left the bathroom door open a little bit when you were taking a shower. I peeked.”
A deep laugh rumbled in his throat and he kissed down my neck again. “Did you like what you saw?”
“Yeah… it was… well, you were…” Our mouths met again. I couldn’t quite finish a sentence, but this was still the best conversation ever. “I know I shouldn’t have, but I watched you make yourself come.”
He pulled away again and gave me that smile. It was so subtle, barely there. But he was going to kill me with that thing. “You watched me?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry.”
The corner of his mouth turned up a little more and his hand slid down to my hip. “Are you thinking about it now?”
“Little bit.”
He kissed me again, deep and dirty. I’d never been kissed by someone who could do so many things with his tongue. He was leaving me off balance, my body thrumming with desire.
“Are you wet for me, Fiona?” he whispered close to my ear. “Can I find out?”
I was certain the answer to that was a resounding yes. All I could do was nod, my words swirling away in a whirlpool of lust. With one hand bracing me, he slipped his other into my pants. His fingers started to explore and I was glad he was so strong. The way my legs turned to jelly, I could barely hold myself up.
Evan’s hands were a turn-on in and of themselves, but feeling his thick fingers sliding across the sensitive skin between my legs was unreal. He kept kissing me—my neck, my jaw, my lips—while he gently dipped one of those thick fingers into my opening.
My entire body trembled and he groaned against my throat. “You like that, don’t you?”
I nodded again.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
This had escalated quickly, but knowing Evan had been thinking about me the way I’d been thinking about him, how could we have resisted any longer? My body cried out for more—more friction, more pressure. More Evan.
He slid his finger in deeper and his palm pressed against my clit. I rocked into his hand, my body taking over, greedy and wanting.
Evan’s growly voice murmured his approval and he slid a second finger inside me. “That’s it, baby.”
He was playing me like an instrument, about to make me come undone. I’d never been so close to orgasm so fast. But this wasn’t enough. I needed to feel him too.
With his mouth on mine and his fingers doing unbelievable things between my legs, I attacked his pants, ripping them open. I had one objective: get that magnificent cock in my hand.
He grunted hard as I plunged into his pants and wrapped my hand around his erection. He was stiff and swollen and oh my god, so thick.
“Fuck,” he growled.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked, repeating his words.
“Fuck yes.”
He pulled his hand out of my pants and rubbed my wetness onto his length. I watched, fascinated, as he touched himself, gliding a slick layer of moisture over his darkened cock.
I eagerly took him in my hand and squeezed. He grunted again, sounding so feral and raw. Leaning in to kiss me again, he slid his hand back into my panties and plunged two fingers inside me.
Oh god, yes. This was so happening.
With his tongue delving deep into my mouth and his fingers plunging in and out of me, I pumped my hand along his hard length. His fingers inside me felt amazing, but coupled with his cock in my hand, I could barely hold back. His muscles tensed and he jerked his hips into my hand.
I was determined to make him come, standing right here in his shop. The urgent craziness of it set my body on fire, my inner walls pulsing around his fingers. We were both racing toward the finish, inhibitions falling away. He pumped his fingers and rubbed my clit