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This felt better. This was shoving back the veil of lust yet still enjoying touching him. She cupped his balls, aware of the irony of the position.

“Real men don’t spray tan,” he told her. Then he leaned over, forcing her hand to fall off his cock.

Eve’s laughter died and she was about to ask what he was doing when his tongue landed on her clitoris. “Ooohh,” she moaned, shocked at her instant reaction. He slid up and down her folds, lapping at her swollen button, and she marveled that something so simple could feel so damn good.

It was him, she realized. Him with her that felt so good.

Instead of freaking her out completely, the thought flipped a switch. She stopped trying to keep the lid on her control with both hands. She stopped worrying. She stopped trying to figure him out.

She just dug her fingers in his hair and came with the power of an eight-cylinder engine.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

“Oh, yes,” he said as his tongue continued to do amazing and mystical things to her, his hands on her thighs holding her down when she would have jerked off the bed.

Her mind went blank, her only awareness the hot throbbing pulse of her body as she shuddered through the longest, hardest orgasm she’d had in a good long while. Maybe ever.

Okay, she’d give it to him. Longest orgasm ever.

As the shudders quieted to shivers, she thought she could get used to this.

Especially when suddenly his tongue was replaced by the thick probing head of his fully erect cock.

CHAPTER

NINE

NOLAN
swallowed hard, the taste of Eve still on his tongue, ready to enter her. She was amazing. She looked, felt, tasted, even smelled amazing. It was tempting to just sink into her bareback, to have nothing between them but her slick moisture, but he couldn’t do that obviously. So forcing himself away from temptation, he replayed her orgasm in his head while he bent over for his jeans.

She made a sound of frustration but he squeezed her foot, hoping that would reassure her he was coming back soon. Finding the trio of condoms he’d shoved in his pocket, he tore one off, the sound of her groans echoing in his head. That had been a hell of an orgasm. He could honestly say it was the hottest thing ever to know that he’d made her come undone like that.

Looking down at her, Nolan swallowed hard. She was beautiful and unexpected. Strong, yet vulnerable when he least suspected it. The tattoo, which he traced with his finger now, was ridiculous and hilarious. It actually suited her and her wonderful sense of sarcasm. She didn’t back down from a challenge, even if it wasn’t going to end well, and he admired that about her.

He hovered, poised right at her entrance, knowing there would never be this moment of anticipation again, this moment where he could only be amazed that she was opening herself to him, and only imagine how amazing she felt. He didn’t know yet, and in a second he would, but he wanted to savor the tension, appreciate what was happening. It seemed unreal that she was as aroused by him as he was by her. It had just been a wish and an improbability until he’d taken a risk and asked her out. Now he was in her bed.

The first time, but hopefully not the last. Eve was different and he’d known that since he’d seen her take out the bull’s-eye at the festival time after time, then donate the prizes to kids. Tough but soft, it was a combination he found irresistible.

“Are you having a stroke or a heart attack?” she asked him.

“What? No, of course not.” Nolan slid a half inch inside her, then retreated. It was such a painfully perfect tease for himself and her.

“Those are the only legitimate reasons you should not already be inside me. Either call 911 for immediate medical assistance or thrust now.”

Yeah, she was different. Nolan grinned. “So you want me, huh?”

She rolled her eyes, but she admitted it easily enough. “Yes. Though I’m starting to doubt you want me.”

That couldn’t possibly be in question. “Oh, I want you, trust me. All I’ve been thinking about all day is—”

Then hoping to catch her off guard, Nolan pushed inside her. His eyes closed shut on a groan as he sank into her moist heat. God, better than he could have ever imagined.

The sound she made was almost as satisfying as the way she felt. It was a sharp inhalation of her breath, followed by a hiss. On the heels of that was a rough curse under her breath. She liked it. No doubt about it.

So did he. “This . . . that’s all I’ve been thinking about. Me, inside you.”

“I think it’s a good thought,” she said, her voice breathy.

“It is.” Nolan then gave up on talking and stroked inside her, feeling her tight body wrapping around him like a moist glove. Her passage was tight, clinging to him, drawing him in thrust after thrust.

He wasn’t prepared for how good it felt. He wasn’t prepared to see her shatter beneath him after a half-dozen pushes inside her welcoming body. But she did. He was barely there and she was arching her back, fingers clawing at his skin. He felt and saw her orgasm pull up, like a speeding semi, her eyes going wide in surprise.

“Oh, Nolan,” she said.

She’d never said his name like that. It did strange things to him, making him thrust harder, his balls drawing up as his arousal wound tight inside him, building toward his own explosion.

“I’m going to . . .”

The sentence tapered off, like she forgot what she’d been about to say.

“I know, baby, come for me.”

Without a sound, she did, a wordless eye-rolling orgasm that had her angling up toward him, her chin lifting like she was asking for a kiss to complete her ecstasy. Nolan bent his head and put his mouth on hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth. As her body clenched on to his in orgasm, he pounded hard, once, twice, until his own release overtook him.

He felt feral, possessive, completely out of control as he poured into her, his moans loud and guttural through his clenched teeth. Freakin’ amazing. He felt like he was drowning inside her sweetness, and when he finally came up for air, he was panting and sweating.

Eve finally came back down with a gasp, sucking in air, her body going limp on her bed. “OMG,” she said.

That she would use that expression made him laugh. She always managed to surprise him. Nolan collapsed on top of her, wanting to feel her warm skin below his. Her arms came around his back and lazily stroked across his skin. He liked the way it felt, her nails triggering a shiver from him. It had been a while since he’d felt a woman’s touch. This wasn’t just any touch, though—it was Eve’s.

Kissing the side of her jaw, Nolan snuggled as close as he could, expecting her to protest, but going for it anyway. She didn’t complain, so he just lay on her and enjoyed feeling every inch of her body next to his. Her hand started to drift lower and she squeezed his backside.

“Excuse me,” he said, pretending to be offended. “You can’t just grab anything you want.”

“If your penis has been inside me, and I want to point out it still is, I most certainly can grab anything I want.”

“I’ll give you that.” Besides, he liked having her grope him. It made him feel virile. Manly. Wanted.

“It’s too bad I didn’t really get to see it . . . oh, wait. I actually have. On TV.”

He bit her earlobe lightly. “Smart-ass.”

“Jackass.”

Nolan grinned as he pulled out of her, holding on to the end of the condom so he didn’t leave it behind. “Apparently there’s a lot of ass in this room.”

She rolled onto her stomach with a sigh as he stood up, giving him an amazing view of
her
ass. Nolan paused, his hand on his cock as he removed the condom. He was getting hard again just looking at her. Those sweet curves were beckoning him.

“I’m going to sleep,” she told him.

That gave him pause. “Are you serious?” They’d barely gotten started on all the ways they could lick each other and make each other come.

“Yes. I need my beauty sleep and I have an eight
A.M.
meeting tomorrow.”

“It’s like nine o’clock, Eve.” Nolan stood there, disbelieving that she could actually be suggesting she was going to go to sleep now. He’d just walked in the door. Well, and had fucked them both senseless, but just once. He planned to do just that about three more times.

“Hmm,” was her muffled response. Her face was in a pillow.

Was he supposed to stay? Did she expect him to leave?

Awkward.

Heading into the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom, he tossed the condom in the toilet and flushed. Washing his hands, he frowned. Screw leaving. He wasn’t going to nail her then slink out. One, because he wasn’t the kind of guy who got his rocks off then ran. Two, because he wasn’t going to be her itch-scratcher. They were dating, damn it, and he was going to get in her bed and spoon the hell out of her while she slept. If she didn’t like it, she could wake up and tell him so. In the meantime, he was going to cuddle.

* * *

EVE
couldn’t sleep.

That wasn’t part of the plan.

Her carefully orchestrated schedule of the evening’s events had actually been to share a glass of wine, watch a movie, talk, have hot, efficient sex, then send him on his way home with her story about a morning meeting so she could avoid the whole awkward morning scene.

Instead they’d barely taken two swallows of their beers before stripping naked to have mind-blowing sex. Which, while satisfying, left her wanting more, and it was only nine o’clock. Unsure what to do from there, and completely freaked by the intensity of her orgasms, she had tried to sleep. Sleep after sex made sense. Given that it was a boring thing to do, she had assumed he would leave. Any man in his right mind would have.

But Nolan was insane.

He was in bed again with her, all snuggled up against her like a muscular blanket.

How in the hell was she supposed to sleep? It was way too early and his semierection was nestled right between her butt cheeks. It seemed awfully intimate to have a man so casually insinuating himself into her ass crack. Her vagina was one thing, he was welcome there, but cuddling was unnerving.

Holding herself perfectly still, she curled her arms into her chest and stared at the wall. Having her eyes open was a risk—he might figure out she wasn’t asleep—but she couldn’t keep them closed without going insane. Though she was on the verge anyway. It was hard to breathe in an even pattern, and it reverberated in her ears as loud as when she had been scuba diving. In. Out. This was so boring. She wondered if her e-mails were racking up. Maybe once he fell asleep, she could slip out of bed and grab her phone. Why hadn’t she left it on the nightstand? She should have been thinking ahead.

But then again, this hadn’t gone according to plan, as she had already noted. They should just now be cozying up to each other on her couch for a few passionate kisses, not spooning naked.

“Can you quiet your thoughts? They’re so loud, I can’t sleep,” Nolan told her, his breath tickling her ear.

He startled her and she jerked forward a little, then forced herself to be still again.

“Hmm?” she asked, feigning sleepiness, which was harder than she would have thought. She felt like a complete moron.

“You’re thinking about getting out of bed and working, aren’t you?”

Busted. “Of course not.” She shifted a little.

“You’re a terrible liar. You’re reaching for your phone right now.”

“I am not!” She wasn’t. Only because it was in the other room. Unfortunately.

“You have two options here—sleep or have sex with me. Work is not happening.”

Giving up on pretending, she complained, “I can’t fall asleep.”

“That’s because it’s nine fucking thirty! Of course you can’t sleep. Only the senior crowd and toddlers go to bed this early, and I’m damn certain you’re neither.”

Eve sighed. “This isn’t going at all how I planned.”

“How did you plan this going?”

“I didn’t think we’d have sex three minutes after you walked in the door.”

He snorted. “Then I guess you haven’t noticed how much I’ve been wanting you.”

“I noticed.” She had. Now she wasn’t even sure why she’d thought the night would go one way or the other. She just felt like she wasn’t controlling it, and that was hard for her. “You barely even saw that I put on sexy underwear.” It hadn’t been easy prepping for this date. Maybe she just wanted a little appreciation.

As if stripping her naked and taking her two minutes after walking in the door wasn’t appreciation.

God, she needed therapy. Or a pill. Or more sex.

“Maybe you need to just do something on the fly now and again. Not plan it. Just have fun.” He was suddenly stroking her nipple, and she had to admit, it felt good. It forced her to relax. “See, like I wasn’t
planning
on touching you right now, but I just did it.”

She did like that. She could admit it. “Nolan.”

“Yes?”

“I’m a disaster. You do know that, don’t you? I’m a neurotic control freak bitch.”

It was sad, but true. She felt deflated, even as he aroused her by lightly pinching her nipple. Why couldn’t she just enjoy herself? Why did she always have to borrow trouble? It really sucked that her brother Elec had gotten all the calm in the family.

“You just don’t always remember to relax, that’s all.” His hand moved from her nipple down between her legs.

Eve sucked in a breath as his finger slipped inside her and hooked at her G spot. “You think it’s really that simple?”

“Yep. Now just release all that tension on my finger. Work will still be there tomorrow. Take five minutes for yourself and let me get you off.”

Could she do that? Eve felt his hard chest against her back, his growing erection no longer invasive, but arousing between her cheeks, his finger stroking her to increased pleasure, so steady, so sure, so determined. What did it matter if they watched a movie or not? The end result was the same. She was getting to feel him naked alongside her. She was having her first orgasms with a partner in a good long while. There was nothing to complain about here. Nothing.

Who gave a shit about the hundred-dollar underwear? Lingerie’s sole purpose was to inspire a man to rip it off anyway. Nolan didn’t need to remark on the effort she’d put into wearing it. Lame. She was lame and stupid and, oh crap, on the verge of another orgasm if Nolan kept doing what he was doing. She allowed herself a soft moan.

“Feel good?” Nolan murmured.

“Yes. Oh, don’t stop.” Eve started to move her hips so that she met his touch with each stroke, his finger moving slickly through her increasing moisture. She gripped the edge of the mattress, needing something to hold on to while she thrust against him.

“No worries, cupcake, I’ve got you.”

He did. It was a weird realization that no matter how many ways she managed to be annoying, Nolan seemed unperturbed. He just rolled with it. For whatever reason, he seemed to like to be with her, so maybe she just needed to accept that and do a little of that rolling with it herself.

But first she needed to come. “Oh, damn,” she said as her muscles started to tighten around his finger.

“That’s it. Work it.” He bit the soft flesh on her shoulder.

That sharp sting, coupled with his continued stroking inside her, sent her over the edge. She came, with great loud groans that filled the room, her hair flopping in her eye and her body dissolving into a wet pool of ecstasy.

Yeah, she could relax. Holy crap, that felt good. She rode the waves of her orgasm and his finger with abandonment, grabbing every ounce of pleasure it afforded her.

The inner spasms had barely stilled when his finger was replaced with his cock, nudging into her from behind. Oh, hell yeah. That’s what she was talking about. He went deep inside, the angle hitting all the right spots. His strokes were leisurely, his grip on her waist light, his breath hot on her cheek.