Page 7 of Happily Evan After

“Are you changing your mind about tonight? About me?”

“Fuck no. I’d like to tear your damn clothes off and bend you over the couch. But like I said, this is new for me.”

I put my other arm around her body and pull her flush, our other hands still trapped between our bodies.

“I’ve never seen a woman for the first time and immediately envisioned her naked and underneath me. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

This close to me, I can clearly see that her pupils are blown. Her breathing is labored, judging from the way her chest is moving against me.

“You’re doing just fine.” She shifts our bodies slightly, then takes my hand down her chest, and slips my fingers under the waistband of her pants and into her panties. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”

I move my fingers closer to her core until I find her slickness.

“Goddamn it, beautiful. You’re drenched.”

“Yes,” she says. “Stop being careful with me. I’ve said yes, now take me.”

Fuck, she’s sexy. And so real and soft.

I plunge one of my digits into her hot channel, and she clasps onto my forearm.

“Bedroom?” she asks.

“Bedroom is up that staircase.” I nod, indicating the stairs to our left that lead up to the owner’s suite. It has a massive bed that overlooks the lake, and it’s ridiculously comfortable. Any time I’ve ever stayed here, I’ve been reminded that Abel, my twin brother, could not have managed to sleep in the places I’ve slept. On the front lines, on loud as fuck helicopters, in crowded barracks. You learn to sleep when you can, so comfort hasn’t been high on my list for years.

I wish I knew her real name. Because I already know once with this woman won’t be enough. I was only partly kidding when I said I’d take her away tonight to get married. There’s something about her that draws me in like the proverbial moth to the flame. Her plump curves caught my attention first. The way her jeans hugged those rounded hips and her ripe peach. In truth, I’ve never wanted to bite a woman on the ass, but I am dying to sink my teeth into the fleshy part of hers.

I pull my hand out of her panties and immediately lick her arousal off my finger. “Fucking delicious. Get your spectacular ass up those stairs and undress. You might want to get comfortable before I spend the next hour with my face between your thighs.”

She gasps, but then turns and jogs up the stairs.

I’m struck by the urge to chase her, hunt her down, and take her wherever we land. I’ve never been particularly aroused by that primal need to hunt, but with her, I want to take her in every way possible.

I stalk up the stairs and find her already lying on the bed, her clothes scattered on the floor. I pull off my shirt, then take care of my shoes so I’m wearing only my jeans.

“Watching you run away like that,” I wipe a hand down my face. “Made me want to chase you, hold you down, and fuck you raw.” I can’t even believe what I’m saying. I’ve never talked to a woman like this, but Dimples is different.

“Yes, you could do that. Honestly, I think I’d let you do just about anything to me.”

I unbutton my jeans, letting the denim part, exposing my boxer briefs. I move over to the bedside table and check the drawer and find some condoms. I fish some out and drop them on the bed.

Her brows raise. “Think we’ll need that many?”

“Maybe. I’m insatiable for you.”

“You might change your mind after we do it once,” she says.

I chuckle. “Impossible. I have a feeling there will never be enough with you.” I crawl over her on the bed, bracing my arms on either side of her. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy, Dimples, but before that, I need these lips.”

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her. Her tongue meets mine stroke for stroke, and her arms come around my body. We kiss like this, frenzied and hot, until my dick is leaking in my boxer briefs. So I start kissing my way down her body. Nibbles at her collarbones, down to her breasts. I spend time here, sucking one nipple into my mouth and then the other until she’s writhing under me, mumbling incoherent words and begging me to fuck her.

I continue my journey down her body, nipping at her soft, rounded belly. This close and I can smell her arousal. I inhale deeply and growl.

“You smell like a dream,” I tell her. Finally, I shoulder my way between her thighs. “Dimples, look at this pretty kitty. Goddamn it, woman.” I’m out of patience, so I just dive in, licking up her folds, but careful to avoid her clit. At least for the moment.

Her tangy slick coats my tongue as I go. Then her fingers are threading through my hair, grabbing, pulling.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chants.