He fell forward, taking her with him. They both hit the bed, and she absorbed the shock of his body melding to hers.
“I’ll savor you next time,” he promised between kisses.
“Savor is good. We can definitely savor. But, God, Evan, make love to me now. Please.”
He chuckled and captured her mouth with his. “Sweet. So sweet. I’m going to take you, Celia. I’m going to take everything you have to offer. If you don’t want this, tell me now. I’ll stop. It’ll kill me, but I’ll stop.”
She pulled away and stared up at him with glowing, brilliant eyes. Her hands traced a line from his temples over his face and to his jaw.
“Take me then,” she whispered.
Ten
Celia lay underneath Evan’s big body. Every part of her was covered by him. His heat penetrated her, seeped into her flesh and whispered seductively through her veins.
She wanted him. God, she wanted this man. Her need for him frightened and exhilarated her in equal parts. She knew she shouldn’t—that she mustn’t—and yet she also knew she wouldn’t tell him no.
There would be no recriminations later. There would be no regret. She knew the potential pitfalls of making love with Evan, and she would face them with full acceptance.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
She raised her gaze to meet his. He was propped on his arms, his body still flush with hers and their noses were mere inches apart.
His eyes were warm with desire, liquid with want, and her heart fluttered in response.
His voice was so tender and understanding. He stared down at her like she was the only woman he’d ever made love to. A mixture of awe and wonder that humbled her.
“I was thinking we shouldn’t do this,” she admitted.
“But? There’s definitely a but in that sentence.”
He sounded so hopeful that she smiled and once again traced the lean lines of his face with a fingertip.
“But I don’t care. I should care. I should be on my way back to San Francisco. I should have never agreed to stay.”
“But,” he murmured again, his voice husky and so very predatory.
“But I’m here, in your arms, and I want you so much that I’m willing to take the biggest risk of my life. I won’t lie, I don’t like that about myself. I don’t like that I’m allowing infatuation and sexual desire to mess with my head. It’s stupid and irresponsible and…”
He shushed her with one finger and then followed it down with his lips. He nibbled playfully at the corner of her mouth and then licked the spot where he nipped.
“Trust me, Celia.”
She went completely still and stared up at him, the intensity that burned so bright in his gaze.
“Trust me to take care of you. I won’t let this hurt you. We can make it work.”
“What are you saying?” she whispered.
“Let’s take it slow. Well, after we go really fast this time.” He grinned crookedly and shifted so she could feel his straining erection against her groin. “We can do this, Celia. We’re adults in charge of our own destiny. There’s no problem we can’t solve together. Trust me.”
Peace descended, enveloping her in its sweet, soothing grasp. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down into a long, passionate kiss.
Trust him.
He made it sound so simple, and maybe it was.
She slid her mouth up his jaw to his ear. As she nibbled on it, she said softly, “Make love to me, Evan.”
With a groan, he rolled until their positions were reversed and she was sprawled atop him. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra and a second later, it flew across the room, hitting the drawn curtains over the window.
She felt his sudden inhalation. He stilled and then his hand skimmed up her back and around to her br**sts. His fingertips brushed over the swells and to her ni**les.
Each stroke, each touch no matter how light, ignited a fire deep inside that threatened to overtake her.
Her urgency matched his own. Her impatience was his.
And then he leaned up and took one sensitive nipple in his mouth and she was lost. Her head fell back.
Her eyes closed as sweet, sharp pleasure radiated in waves through her body.
Despite his impatience, his lips and tongue were exquisitely tender as he suckled first one breast and then the other.
His hands spanned her waist and then moved lower until his fingers caught in the band of her panties. He yanked, and she heard them rip.
“I’ll buy you more,” he rasped as he rolled again, putting her underneath him once more.
“Buy me what?”
“Panties.”
“Highly overrated,” she murmured.
He laughed against her mouth. “I totally agree.”
“Speaking of…underwear. You’re still wearing yours.”
He reared up between her knees, yanked his briefs off, and she stared shamelessly at his distended length. He followed her gaze down then looked back up at her, a cocky grin making him adorable.
“You like?”
She reached for him, enfolding him in her hands. “Oh, yes, I like.”
He clamped a hand over her arm and squeezed. “Celia, you can’t. I’m too close. This will never work. I have to get inside you or it’s going to be over way too soon.”
She rose up, curling one hand around his neck even as she slid her fingers suggestively up and down his erection.
“Savor later. Remember?”
“Condom,” he bit out.
She let him go long enough for him to fumble through his discarded pants. Seconds later, he started to roll the latex on, but she reached for it, snagging it from his grasp.
“Come here.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” he breathed.
She lay back and he straddled her hips. He loomed over her, big and strong. She felt entirely too small, too at his mercy, but as her hands slid over his manhood, he closed his eyes and a shudder rippled through his massive body, and the power shifted significantly in her direction.
Then he fell forward, planting his hands on either side of her head. “I can’t wait.”
“Savor later,” she reminded.
His smile was brilliant. He leaned down to kiss her just as he reached down to part her thighs. With one hand, he pulled one leg away from the other. His mouth never left hers. His weight was supported by his left arm. He angled to the side as he gently explored her swollen, feminine folds.