One Sweet Ride

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His dick totally agreed, because it twitched, still obviously thinking of kissing her and touching her last night. And his dick had a mind of its own. “You could stay for a while.”
She cocked a brow. “And do what? I left my laptop in my hotel room. We can’t work.”
Good. He liked the idea of not working, of not thinking of her as being part of his father’s life. He wanted to think of her as a desirable woman he could take to bed.
He took a step closer, inhaling her scent. Something clean and sweet. Not perfume, though. “There are other things to do besides work, Evelyn.”
“I’m pretty sure you made it clear last night you wanted nothing to do with me on a personal level.”
She’d worn her hair pulled back. He reached behind her and easily unclipped it, then spread her hair over her shoulders. “I was mad last night.”
She tilted her head back, meeting his gaze. Her breathing was hard and fast. “So was I.”
“You mad now?”
“No.”
“Good.” He slid his hand around the nape of her neck, closed what little distance there was between them, and did what he’d been dying to do—angry or not—all goddamn day long.
He kissed her.
TEN
EVELYN’S BREATH CAUGHT AT THE FIRST TOUCH OF Gray’s lips to hers.
A thousand reasons why this was a colossally bad idea ran through her mind, but then she leaned against a wall of hard male muscle, and all those reasons flitted right out of her head. All she could think about was the fullness of his lips, the way he brushed them back and forth against hers, and then his tongue invaded her mouth, sliding against hers. Her belly tumbled, her legs trembled, and she was lost.
She laid a hand on his well-toned abs, wound one into his hair and clenched a handful. He groaned against her mouth, and she let out a moan. When he cupped her butt to draw her closer, she knew she was a goner. Whatever objection she thought she might make wasn’t going to happen. She was in this to the finish line tonight. Her cl*ttingled with need, her br**sts felt swollen and heavy, and all she needed to know was how fast they were going to get to the bedroom, because she wanted to be na**d and have Gray inside her as soon as humanly possible.
She slipped her hand between them and reached for the very hard part of him nestling against her hip, stopping short when Gray grabbed her wrist.
He looked down at her. “Whoa. In a hurry?”
“Actually, yes. Shall we move this to the bedroom?”
His gaze burned hot, but he shook his head. “I’ve got a better idea. Let’s slow this down a little.”
Oh, God. He was going to tell her he changed his mind. How embarrassing. He was right. This was a really bad idea. Where had her common sense gone? She knew where it had gone—somewhere between her legs.
Except Gray slid his hands down her sides, a slow trek that ended at her hips. And when he gathered her dress in his hands and began to raise it, her hem rising over her thighs, she looked down, then up at him, confusion reigning.
He held the material of her dress bunched in his hands, his breathing heavy, that hot, panty-melting look doing nothing to cool her libido.
She thought he was stopping things. This most definitely didn’t appear to be a thudding halt. And when he grabbed her butt and lifted her, he said, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Maybe they were heading to the bedroom after all. She laid her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his h*ps as he carried her toward the bedroom.
But he stopped in the kitchen and placed her on his countertop.
Oh, my.
She’d always been a strictly bedroom type of woman. But as Gray pulled her shoes off, then pushed her dress over her hips, she was beginning to see the benefits of out-of-bed experiences. This was decadent, air from the vent of the air conditioner pouring down over them as he reached for her panties. And thank God she’d worn something other than random white ones.
“These black lacy things are sexy,” he said as he drew them down her legs. “You wear them for Cal?”
“There wasn’t a chance in hell that Cal McClusky was going to see my underwear tonight.”
He gave her a wicked, half smile as he looked up at her. “Good to know. Is that why you wore this hideous dress?”
“Hey. It’s not that bad.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s like a dress a nun would wear. You wore it to be sexless, didn’t you?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“You couldn’t be sexless if you wore a dress made out of porcupine quills, Evelyn.”
He smoothed his hands up her legs, then circled her inner thighs with his thumbs.
“Because you are one hot woman, and no matter what you wear, you outshine it.”
Oh, he was smooth, and said all the right things. She melted under his questing fingers.
He tipped his gaze up to meet hers. “But underneath? This underwear is sexy as hell.
Does the bra match?”
She was finding it hard to breathe with him touching her like that. “Yes.”
“Let’s have a look.”
As if he undressed women every day—and for all she knew, maybe he did—he reached behind her and deftly drew her zipper down, then raised her dress over her head. He tossed it on the chair by the table, then took a step back.
“Wow. Yeah, I like that bra. Let’s take it off.”
The clasp was on the front. Gray, apparently being a master of all things women wore, seemed to instinctively know that. With two fingers he flicked it and it came apart for him. Evelyn tried not to think about how many women he’d undressed before in this very trailer, because tonight he was only undressing her.
He drew the cups aside and she wriggled out of the bra, handing it to him so he could add it to her pile of clothing.
She swallowed, her throat going dry as he stared at her. She had a decent body— nice-sized br**sts and she worked out—but whenever she had sex, they usually just got right to it. She wasn’t used to being looked at for as long as Gray looked at her.
When he laid his hands on her thighs, she trembled.
“Cold? Nervous?”
“Maybe a little nervous.”
He raised a brow. “Why?”
“Well, first, you’re still dressed and I’m na**d. And second, you’re staring at me.”
He drew his sleeveless shirt off, baring his chest. And wow, what a chest, exactly as she imagined. Well sculpted, with an amazing set of abs. She’d really like to map his stomach with her tongue.
He reached for the button of his jeans. “I’m staring at you because you have a beautiful body, Evelyn.”
She took a deep breath, not knowing what to say in response to that. And then she lost all thought because he dropped his jeans to the floor.
He’d gone commando, and oh, now that he was na**d? Those fire suits didn’t do him justice. And with a very thick erection to add to that amazing body?
Perfection.
“You’re hot,” she blurted, then realized she’d said it out loud.
He laughed. “Well, thank you,” he said, moving from between her legs to cup her neck between his hands. “I think you’re hot, too.”
Her pulse beat wildly against his hand as he took her mouth in a kiss that wasn’t at all as gentle as his first kiss had been. This one was filled with need and passion, fueling the fire that had begun the first moment she’d laid eyes on him.
He kissed her jaw, then dragged his tongue across her throat. Her eyes closed, Evelyn held on to his shoulders, her pu**y damp with desire as he grabbed her earlobe with his teeth and tugged before circling it with his tongue.
“I’d like to know what else you can do with that magical tongue of yours.”
He lifted his head and looked at her. “I can lick your pu**y until you scream.”
She raised her chin. “I do not scream.”
He arched a brow. “Wanna bet?”
She let out a resigned sigh. “I hate to disappoint you, but I tend to be a little on the . . . reserved side.”
“Is that right? You, the one who just asked me what I can do with my tongue? That doesn’t sound reserved.”
“Not that way. I mean I’m quiet. It’s become a necessity because of the condo I live in. Very thin walls.”
“So, you get a lot of sex in this condo.”
“No. Not at all. Very little sex, in fact. I have very old neighbors and they . . .
complained once.”
“About how loud you were?”
She felt the blush heat her cheeks. “Yes.”
“I like loud.”
“I’ve just about trained it out of me.”
“We’re isolated here. There’s nobody nearby. You can scream your f**king head off and trust me, no one will hear you.”
“That sounds like an ad for a serial killer movie.”
He laughed. “Can you die from a really great orgasm?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you give it a shot?”
He gave her a look that made her toes curl, then spread her legs.
“I can guarantee you I can’t come sitting on your kitchen counter.”
He laid a palm on said counter. “Really. And why is that?”
She owed it to him to be honest. Might as well not have him waste his time. “I do enjoy sex. It’s just that . . . I have trouble coming unless I’m in certain positions.”
“Really. Who told you that?”
“No one. It’s my body. I’m difficult. So I don’t want you to work so hard when if you just lay me on the bed in a certain position, it’ll happen much easier for me.”
He shook his head. “All these don’ts and can’ts. I think you should just relax and enjoy it, no matter where it takes place.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it, Gray. Just that I wouldn’t be able to come.”
He bent, kissed her, framing her face with his hands, his tongue diving in so deeply, his hand wrapping around her and pulling her close against him and kissing her so long she forgot all about where she was. He palmed her breast, his thumb lazily grazing a nipple until she thought she’d die from the sheer pleasure of it. And when he released her, he bent her backward and put his mouth on her nipple, taking it between his lips to nibble and suck until her pu**y throbbed.
He laid her down on the counter and teased her other nipple. She gave up being uncomfortable or worrying about heading to the bedroom. They’d get there in time, and then maybe she could instruct him on the proper technique to make her— Oh. He palmed her sex and sucked her nipple, and now he swept his hand back and forth over the most sensitive part of her. And when he lifted one of her legs and laid it over his shoulder, she knew then it wouldn’t happen for her. Not in this position.
Except he kissed his way down her ribs, taking his damn sweet time about mapping her body with his tongue. She lifted onto her elbows, watching as he made his way south, dipping his tongue into her belly button. He rubbed his face across the hairs at the top of her sex, delving ever lower, his hand gliding across her the whole time, teasing her, making her wet, making her throb with need.
He slid his hand under her butt and raised her. And then he put his mouth on her, and oh, it was so good, his tongue warm and wet and so damned masterful. He knew where to lick her, and when he added a finger inside her, she quivered, tensing with need and anticipation.
He lifted his head. “Lie down, Evelyn. You don’t have to control this. Relax and enjoy it.”
She realized she was tense. All over. She rested her head on the counter and he put his mouth on her again, lazily lapping at her pu**y like he’d go at it all night. She finally let go, realizing she had nothing to prove. She’d already told him she couldn’t, but the odd thing was, she could. She might. And as he worked her over with his magnificent tongue, she realized, oh, God, she was going to.
“Gray,” she murmured, gripping his forearm with her hand.
Of course, he didn’t answer her. He was too busy working magic on her sex, turning her world upside down, and dragging her right to the edge of reason.
This couldn’t be happening, not on his kitchen counter. Not in this position. But he knew just where, and just how, and he took his time, finding the spots that gave her the greatest pleasure. And when he hit them, tuned in to her cries and moans, he stayed there, driving his tongue and his fingers right to that spot until she arched, wrapping her leg around his head to hold him there while she hovered so close. So damn close she shook from the sheer pleasure of it.
He lifted his head, replacing his mouth with stroking fingers. “Let go, Evelyn. Let me hear you.”
She closed her eyes and when she felt the warm wetness of his tongue again, she flew.
And she cried out, remembering that she wasn’t in her condo, that she was free to scream out in release.
Her orgasm was a shock of intense pleasure, so surprising she could only buck against him while wave after wave blasted through her until she was so spent she lay there, unable to move.
Gray finally hovered above her, kissing her with soft brushes of his lips over hers.
She cupped her hand over the nape of his neck, feeling languid and satiated for the first time in so long.
She smiled up at him. “Okay, so about all that stuff I said? I might have been wrong. You’re very good at what you do.”
“You have an amazingly responsive body, Evelyn. You just need to relax.”
“Apparently.”
“Also, you taste really good.”
She shuddered, and he scooped her off the counter into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.
When he placed her onto his bed, she kneeled. “Now it’s my turn to touch you.”