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 naked. 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 naked? 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.