Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Hopefully driving you as mad with lust as I have been all night.” She gripped my length and gave it a squeeze through the pants of my tux. “I’ve wanted to unbutton your dress shirt all night.”
I pulled into the garage, threw the car in park and turned, gripping the back of Evie’s neck and pulling her into my kiss.
There was no hesitation, no sweet nibbles or teasing brushes. The kiss held every ounce of my desire, my need for her. It was open and carnal as I fucked my tongue into her mouth, tasting sweet champagne and Evie.
“In the car or against the wall,” I offered, putting enough space between us to get the words out. “It’s your choice, but make it now.”
“Gear shift, bad,” she panted, her nails digging into my arm with a delicious bite of pain. “Wall, good.”
“Let’s go.” We scrambled out of the car and met at the stairs that led from the garage into the house. Hands. Mouths. Tongues. All I felt was Evie as I shoved the door open and dragged her inside the house.
The coat to my tux landed somewhere. Buttons popped free. Cufflinks fell to the floor.
It wasn’t fast enough. I wanted my hands on her now.
Pushing her against the closed door, I tilted her head and kissed her deep as my hand ran up the slit in her dress, feeling nothing but satiny skin underneath.
“So fucking soft,” I said between kisses.
“So fucking mine,” she whispered, her hands on my zipper.
The declaration snapped whatever shred of civilization I’d clung to, and I groaned low in my throat as she palmed my bare cock. Her hands were fucking magic. She knew exactly how to stroke me, how to drive me out of my mind, and she used every ounce of that skill now.
“You said something about against a wall?” She hooked one leg around the back of my thigh.
“A door will do.” I lifted her leg to my waist and the heel of her shoe bit into my ass. “Tell me you’re ready for me, Evangeline,” I managed to say as my hand slid up her thigh to cup the scrap of silk that covered her pussy. “Fuck, you feel so ready for me. You’re drenched.”
“Now, Maxim,” she demanded, pulling my head back to hers for a kiss.
I grabbed her ass in both hands and lifted, pinning her against the door. “Lock your ankles.” She did. Thank God Bristol had put in that convenient little slit. A quick tug sideways and I had total and complete access to Evie.
“I love you,” she whispered against my lips as my cock notched against her entrance.
“I need you,” I replied, giving her words I’d never given to any other woman as I drove deep and hard, taking every inch of her in a single thrust. I’d liked women, wanted women, even enjoyed women, but I’d never needed one. Not like I did Evie.
“Maxim!” she cried out, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
“You feel like heaven.” Those were the only words I got out before I withdrew and slid right back into the hot, slick silk of her. We both moaned, and our mouths met in a messy, hectic kiss as I fucked her against the door, driving so hard that she cried out with every thrust.
It only got better every time we were together. Hotter. Wilder. There was never a moment that I was satisfied with Evie, I always needed more. More of her moans in my ears, more of her whimpers, more of her nails leaving marks in my skin. Just…more. Over and over, I drove into her, claiming her body the way she was slowly stealing my fucking heart.
Pleasure barreled down my spine at the same time I could feel her coiling around me, her body drawing tight.
“Come with me,” I ordered, bracing her with one hand as I reached between us to stroke her clit with the other. “I need you with me.”
She cried out as I rubbed and stroked, giving her the precise pressure I knew she craved. “Always. With. You.” Her words were nothing more than stuttered gasps against my lips.
“Always,” I demanded, holding her on that precipice, feeling her thighs clamp like a vise around me.
“Always,” she promised.
Then I gave her exactly what she needed, sending her spiraling into her orgasm with the press of my fingers and the thrust of my cock.
I groaned as my own release grabbed hold of me, pulling me into the bliss of oblivion as I jolted inside her.
This right here, this was heaven. She was a reward I didn’t deserve and a peace I hadn’t fought hard enough to win. She was a gift, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be worthy of her.
My legs trembled as I lowered her to the ground, kissing her softly as I slid free of the warmth of her body. “Let’s get you to the shower,” I whispered as she clutched at my chest, steadying herself.