She was already wet, hot, and pulsing as he slid his finger inside her.
“Oh,” she said, her pu**y gripping his finger. He slipped another finger inside her.
He sat next to her and used his other hand to find her clit, petting her, circling the nub until she arched against him, her pu**y tightening around his fingers. He pulled out, then began to f**k her faster as he circled her clit.
“I want to f**k you like this. With me behind you, pumping inside you hard and fast until we both come.”
“Yes,” she said, arching her hips and slamming them down, meeting every thrust of his fingers with cries of abandon. Whatever reservations or hang-ups she’d had before she’d met him had been obliterated, because when she came, she dug her nails into the cushion and let him know in a very loud voice that made his dick twitch.
“Oh, God, yes, I’m coming.”
“That’s it. Let me have it all, babe.”
She cried out and undulated against his fingers until she was out of breath, her hips collapsing against the cushions. He stroked her pu**y, taking her up again, and this time, he grabbed a condom, climbed behind her, and dropped his trunks, sliding effortlessly into her.
“Oh, please, f**k me, Gray,” she said, her pu**y a tight sheath as he filled her.
He’d wanted to wait, but he couldn’t. He needed to be inside her, needed to feel her gripping him, tightening around him as he gripped her hips and slammed his c**k home.
“Fuck. Yeah,” he said as he powered in deep, then retreated, only to thrust harder, go faster, reaching underneath to stroke her clit and bring her right to the brink again.
And when she let go, he went with her, releasing that desire he’d held in check all day, erupting inside her with a loud groan while she cried out and reached for him, bucking back toward him.
He rolled to the side and dragged Evelyn against him, their bodies slick with sweat.
“I think I’m stuck to you,” she finally said.
He smiled. “Sunscreen and sweat.”
“Nice combo.”
“How about another shower, this time without the swimsuits on?”
She turned over to face him. “You mean . . . naked? Out here on the ocean?”
“Yup.”
“That could lead to sex, you know.”
He arched a brow.
“Can we both fit?”
“Or die trying.”
She laughed. They dashed into the shower, where they realized in a hurry that Gray was way too big and it wasn’t going to be possible for both of them to fit in that tiny shower. He waited while Evelyn rinsed off, then he hopped in. By the time he got out, she’d put on her clothes and was standing at the mirror in the small sleeping area combing the tangles out of her hair.
Their gazes met in the mirror and she smiled at him, a knowing, I-just-had-sex-with-you-and-it-was-great kind of smile.
He liked this woman. Too much, probably, all things considered.
Deciding he didn’t want to ponder the ramifications of that, he headed upstairs to pull anchor and head back to shore.
FIFTEEN
SEX AND A DAY OF RELAXATION WAS A GREAT WAY TO unwind from all the tension that had been hovering around her for far too long. Evelyn decided she should maybe ponder taking a day off now and then. And maybe start having sex more often.
She hadn’t been this relaxed in a very long time. She had Gray to thank for that.
After they docked the boat—yacht, no matter how much he wanted to argue that it was just a “boat”—they headed back to Gray’s most awesome GTO, and took the beach road toward Daytona.
She expected him to take her back to her hotel, so she was surprised when he turned off the highway and into a driveway right off the beach.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“My place.”
His place. When they reached the end of the driveway and she saw the ocean, she sighed. He had a beautiful, huge home that sat right on the beach.
“This is your place.”
“Yeah.”
He pulled into the garage—which was also incredible, since it looked like six garages all lumped into one. One of the doors opened and he drove the GTO in and parked it.
The other part of the garage was dark, so when he got out of the car and he hit the light switch, she couldn’t help the look of awe that crossed her face.
There were five other cars sitting there, all covered up with tarps. It was like anticipating Christmas.
She lingered after he picked up their bags, staring at the covered cars.
He grinned and grabbed her hand. “I’ll show them to you. Some other time.”
“You’re really going to make me wait?”
“Yup. The beach is there for us to explore. I thought you might want to take a walk.”
She did. But she really did want to see those other cars.
Reluctantly, she let him lead her inside the house, which was magnificent, with views of the beach and ocean from nearly every room. There was an enormous kitchen with amazing appliances, a center island for cooking, and the most beautiful dark marble countertops she’d ever seen. She ran her fingertips over the smooth surface as they made their way past the dining room and a gorgeous black table that could easily seat a dozen people.
The living room was sunken and filled with leather and chrome furniture. It was all homey feeling though, and not cold and masculine. The white floors certainly helped brighten everything up, as did the myriad of floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the incredible views.
She turned to him. “This is amazing. I don’t know how you ever leave this place.”
He smiled. “It’s hard sometimes, but I love my job, so that makes it easier.”
“I imagine so.” Her gaze flitted to the winding staircase. “Bedrooms upstairs?”
“Yeah.” His lips lifted in a smile. “We’ll get to those later. How about a walk?”
“Definitely.”
They headed out back onto the deck and down the stairs toward the beach. It was secluded, the nearest house rather far away.
“You must own a lot of land,” she said as they made their way south along the shore.
“A bit. I like my privacy.”
“For all those wild parties you throw when you’re here?”
“I’ve been known to have a few during the off-season. But I wouldn’t say they’re wild. I just don’t want my nearest neighbor to be able to peek into my bedroom.”