Page 26 of Happily Evan After

I half expect her to hang up on me, but instead, I hear shuffling around.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Damn you and your sexy voice and sexy face,” she says. “Can you talk to me while I use my vibrator?”

My mouth goes dry. “Goddamn it, Dimples. Yeah, I’ll talk to you. Is that kitty of yours needy and wet?”

“Yes. So wet.”

I hear the quiet whir of a motor in the background, and she swallows a little moan.

“That’s it, let me hear you. Let me hear how good that little toy makes you feel.”

“Oh yes,” she groans.

“I’m so fucking hard right now, Marley. You have no idea how badly I want you. How badly I’ve wanted you every night since that first night with you.”

She cries out, and I swear I hear my name. Then it’s just labored breathing.

“Feel a little better?” I ask.

“No. I need more. I left the front door unlocked so you could use the bathroom if you needed. Come upstairs. I need you, Evan.”

“Those are the best four words I’ve ever heard. And I’m on my way.” I have no way of knowing how much of her she’s going to let me have, but whatever it is will be enough. At least for tonight. I leave my shoes on her porch and take the stairs two at a time.

She’s standing in her bedroom, completely bared to me.

I growl in response. “You look good enough to fucking eat. Is that what you want?”

She shakes her head. “Later. I want to know if you want to fuck me?”

Her voice cuts through the tension like a match to gasoline. My gaze drops, eating up all the pale skin she’s displaying. She’s voluptuous and thick in a way that makes my mouth water. I swipe my tongue over my lower lip and nod. “I want to fuck you more than anything.”

“Then take me. Make me feel good, Evan, the way only you can.”

I think she’s admitting something with those words, but I don’t inquire further. It’s just further confirmation that we are meant for one another.

I cradle her face, and my mouth finds hers in a greedy kiss, all tongue and heat and claiming. I continue kissing her as I cup her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples until she gasps.

“They’re so sensitive now. Since the baby. Sensitive and bigger.”

“Fucking gorgeous,” I murmur before leaning forward and licking at the hardened tips.

Her little noises of pleasure are giving me life at the moment, and I feel like I’ve never had a more important job than to take care of this woman and her needs.

She’s smooth and warm everywhere I touch, and the scent of her skin and her arousal fills my nose. I drop to my knees right there in her bedroom. My thumb continues the soft brushing over her nipples.

“But you said,” she starts to argue, but then my tongue is on her clit. “Oh fuck,” she cries out.

I lift one of her legs and set it on my shoulder, opening her up to me. I eat her like she’s my last goddamn meal. Slow, deliberate circles on her clit with my tongue, and soon she’s bucking against my face. So, I slide two fingers inside. She’s actually dripping into my palm, and I nearly come right then and there.

“So good, it’s so good. Evan!”

The sound of my name on her lips, shouted in pleasure, makes me feel ten feet tall. She’s close. Her legs are shaking and her movements against me are intensifying.

“Shit! I’m gonna come,” she cries out. Her body pulses around my fingers, and she tries to pull back, gasping, “I can’t.”

But I don’t stop. I want her in pieces. I want to be able to put her back together with my love as the glue.