He teased her with a finger, and when she was riding it, trying to grind down on it, he fed her another one. All the while, her head thrashed from side to side. Her eyes were closed, her red lips moist and parted. He knew she was as lost in sensation as he was when he brought her close to the edge . . . then backed off . . . brought her close again . . . backed off.
“Blue!”
“Desperate?” He was. Sweat trickled from his temples. Never been strung this taut. But it was worth it to hear her moan and groan and beg. To watch her thrash.
“Ready.”
“Not yet.” He gave her a third finger, stretching her, this time preparing her for what was to come, and she gasped an unintelligible word. Her nails found their way to his back and scraped, drawing blood.
He’d wear the wounds with pride.
“Hurt?” he asked.
“A bit. But, ohhh. I need it.”
A beautiful plea from the indomitable Evie Black. “You’re going to give me everything.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Everything. You asked for it once. Now I’m demanding it.” Unable to hold back any longer, he slid his fingers out of her. They both moaned at the loss. He wiped the wet across her lips and, as he bent down to lick it off, to kiss her deep and sure, he hooked her knees under his arms and positioned his shaft for entry.
“Yes! Please!”
He wanted to shove, hard and fast. He pushed in an inch. Then two.
So tight. So damn tight.
He gained another inch.
Then another, and another.
Panting, she stilled.
“Okay?”
“Feels so good. You’re so big.”
Killing me. “Gonna make it feel even better.” He reached between their bodies, found her little bundle of nerves, pressed and rubbed until her hips began to rock.
“Yes!” she cried. “Oh, yes.”
He thrust the rest of the way in, as hard and fast as he’d wanted, and she came instantly, arching her back and screaming his name.
He’d never felt anything as rapturous as her inner walls clenching on him. So perfect. “Tell me you can take a rough ride, baby.”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
Never get tired of hearing her say that word. He grabbed the headboard, pulled most of the way out of her, then slammed in with so much force the entire bed rattled. A picture crashed to the floor. And maybe his Arcadian powers had caused the furniture to levitate, because a lamp tumbled from the nightstand and shattered.
He would pay for the damage. Gladly.
He kept moving. In, out. In, out. The pressure must have mounted inside her, because she clutched at him, urging him to give it to her harder, faster. He couldn’t have stopped or slowed to save his life. Never had he been so overwhelmed, so overcome. So taken over, where only pleasure mattered.
Here. Now. This woman. Mine.
His rhythm became brutal and punishing. Exquisite. Evie grabbed him by the hair and tugged him down for another kiss. The moment their tongues met, she climaxed again, and as her inner walls squeezed him this second time, he joined her, coming, coming so hard. He roared, giving one last thrust, feeding her that last bit of his release, until finally he collapsed on top of her, utterly spent.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he realized he hadn’t moved, that he could be suffocating her with his heavy weight. Gathering her close, he rolled to his side. Sweat formed a slippery layer over both of their bodies, and neither of them could catch their breath.
Thing was, he only wanted more.
* * *
Evie reeled. Sex had never been that good for her. Sex had probably never been that good for anyone, and she almost wished she hadn’t experienced it. Almost. How was she supposed to let Blue go now?
For the first time in years, she felt no sense of dissatisfaction. Only peace. As though all of the pieces of her life had finally lined up correctly.
But that couldn’t be right. Ultimately, no matter how wonderful Blue was as a person, he was bad for her. They would never want the same things.
Have to put some space between us. “I feel foolish for bringing this up now, considering my profession and my past, but in all the excitement I honestly never gave it a single thought. Although, that’s not really an excuse, is it? I should be totally ashamed.” And even panicked.
But she wasn’t panicked.
His eyes twinkled merrily, as if he were fighting a laugh. “I think that’s the closest you’ve ever come to rambling, sugar puff.”
“Well, what I was trying to say,” she continued, forging ahead, “is that I’m not on any kind of birth control.”
“No probs. I can’t get you pregnant.”
Ever? “First, no probs? Seriously? Second, what about disease?”
“First, yes. That is what I said. No probs. I think we should abbreviate more. It’s sexy. Second, I don’t have an Arcadian disease, and even if I did, I couldn’t pass it to you. Also, I’m immune to human disease.”
“Well, just for your peace of mind, I don’t have one. I checked.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Thank you for telling me.”
She sat up, pushed her damp hair from her face. “So . . .”
He arched a brow. “Is this the part where you try to kick me out of your bed? Sorry, hotcakes, because that’s just not happening. We’re snuggling.”
Wait. What? Peering down at him, she said firmly, “We are not snuggling.”
His bottom lip stuck out in the most adorable pout.
Was he teasing her?
He had to be teasing her.
Stupid, adorable man!
“So now that you’ve used me,” he said, “you’re going to abandon me?”
Gah! Guilt trip. “I don’t really have a desire to snugs. With anyone. Ever.”
He barked out a laugh. “Did you just say ‘snugs’?”
Her cheeks flamed as she realized that yes, yes she had. “What. I was giving the abbreviation thing a try.”
“You did good.” Grinning, he said, “Have you ever tried to ‘snugs’?”
Her eyes narrowed to tiny slits. “No.”
There was a softening around his eyes and mouth, as if he’d just spotted a kitten in need of help out of a tree. He cupped the back of her neck and massaged. “Let’s try it, then. You and me. We might like it.”
She closed her eyes in bliss, even as she inwardly cursed him. This was the charming seducer thousands had fallen for, guaranteed. “ ‘We’?”
“I’ve never done it before, either, and I want to see what it’s like.”