The Chase (10 page)

Emotions that he wasn’t about to name surfaced rapidly, one by one, little bubbles popping up and exploding, but the only one that he was willing to acknowledge was lust. Kendall’s voice was a sexy slide across his flesh, like teasing fingers.

Stroking her hand in his with his thumb, he murmured, “It was beautiful. You’re beautiful. Then and now.”

“Take me upstairs.”

“My pleasure.”

KENDALL
barely had time to glance around Evan’s bedroom before he had her splayed out on his bed. The room was dark and he was just a shadow over her, the only sounds the rustle of their clothing and the in-and-out of excited breathing. Why was it that something so simple as having him near her caused the extreme reaction it did? She felt excited, pleased, aroused, just from his body over hers, totally clothed, his hands reaching for her.

She wasn’t going to think about it. She was just going to enjoy it.

Evan pushed her coat off her shoulders and she wiggled out of it.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, moving off the bed and across the room.

When a lamp came on, bathing the room in a soft glow, she felt the need to warn him. “I’m not eighteen anymore, you know. I have cellulite.”

Which was such a mood killer. Annoyed with herself, she sat up, planning to take her shoes off. And maybe knock herself in the head with one of them.

She expected him to crack a joke or tell her to shut up in that playful banter they had. But as he approached the bed, Evan bent over, his arms on either side of her, his face level with hers, his brown eyes serious and warm.

“Hey. We all fear we’re not perfect. But to me, Kendall, you’ve always been perfect.”

Oh, God. She was drowning. She was completely and totally drowning in his eyes, his words, his body. Suddenly there was no past, no future, no outside world, there was just this bed, this dusky room, and him.

Because she didn’t know what to say, she reached up and kissed him. They had always had good chemistry, a steamy connection, and it flared up all over again, that passion that had driven her a decade ago to do things she had never imagined. Things that had made her blush then, and things that she just greedily wanted now.

Evan stepped back and pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor.

His body had changed, too, in the last ten years, only he had filled out. What had been lean and lanky at nineteen was now muscular and toned at twenty-nine. She reached out and stroked his bare chest, enjoying the heat of his skin and his firm flesh. “Very nice.”

He dropped down into a squat and pulled off her boots. They hit the floor with a thud. Then he peeled off her socks, quickly and efficiently.

“I get cold without my socks on.”

He shot her a look of disbelief. “I’m not making love to you with your socks on. It’s warm under the covers, and in five minutes you’ll be so hot it won’t matter.”

“Then hurry.” She was half teasing, half serious. She didn’t want to be distracted by the fact that she was shivering. She got cold easily, what could she say?

Evan stood up, moving in between her legs. He pushed her knees apart. “Hurry? You’re going to eat those words.”

Kendall wasn’t sure what that meant, but she was looking forward to finding out. Though she had to admit, with the bulge in his pants right in front of her, she was contemplating pulling him out and sucking again. That had felt so damn good, to have him in her mouth, his moans ringing in her ears. Knowing that she was giving him that much pleasure had totally turned her on, too.

But before she could act on her thoughts, Evan had leaned forward, so that she was forced to lie back on the bed. Then before she could pull her legs onto the mattress, he had popped the button on her jeans and stripped them down the length of her, turning them completely inside out. The cold air hit her flesh and gave her goose bumps, but Evan was right—she didn’t care. Not when he hovered over her, kissing the inside of her thighs, his tongue trailing along her panties, his lips softly pressing against her mound.

She sighed, grateful for the contact. It had been a long time since she’d dated, and she’d missed this, the running of hands over her flesh, the soft feathery kisses of a lover. She’d missed orgasms, too, but those she could create on her own. The skin on skin was irreplaceable.

Did it matter that it was Evan? Probably, if she were being honest with herself. When she was feeling so relaxed and sensual and languid, she just might be inclined to admit that truth.

He petted and kissed and teased her until delight shifted to discontent and she wanted more, wanted her panties off, and him to touch her more intimately. “Evan . . .”

“Yes?”

“Take my panties off.”

“Eventually.”

Just pulling her panties slightly to the side, Evan ran his tongue along the crevice of her thigh, the hot wet sensation making her squirm. She wanted him there, inside her, but he just teased, his tongue making one brief flick over her clitoris before retreating.

He stood and she stared up at him, wondering what the hell he was doing. Then he popped his pants open and took down the zipper. Good plan. Kendall lifted her backside and shoved her panties down to her knees, then wiggled her feet until they dropped off. This way she didn’t have to wait around for him to do it.

“Your panties fell off,” he told her as his own pants went south, boxers included. Seeing Evan standing in front of her fully naked had saliva pooling in the corners of her mouth. He was gorgeous, no doubt about it. Hard and yet pretty, all at once, with broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and a quality penis. All in all, a heck of a package.

“Whoops,” she told him. “And I think my shirt’s about to fall off, too.”

“No, I got it.” He bent over her and flicked his tongue inside her belly button, tripping off a low ache deep inside her womb. “Sit up a little.”

She did, and he had her sweater off in a second and tossed God only knew where, fully exposing her to him. Kendall had a chest that was disproportionate to her frame. She was short and for the most part petite, but since the age of thirteen she’d had breasts that dominated her figure. They had always annoyed her, getting in the way and making her the object of scrutiny she didn’t appreciate.

But at the moment, Evan’s scrutiny made her think they weren’t such a bad thing after all. Women paid major money for breasts like hers, and given the way his eyes were darkening and his jaw clenching, she understood why.

“Oh, honey.” He reached behind her back and undid her bra.

He might as well have said, “Let me at ’em,” the way he tore her bra off and sent it flying, his mouth and hands descending on her breasts.

Kendall relaxed, already enjoying the attention with the first brush of his fingers on the underside of her breast, and the moist enclosure of his mouth over her nipple. That suck and tug were amazing, sparking a desire that raced out from her nipple to every part of her body. She was achingly and desperately wet, her legs spreading farther without any awareness on her part. She caught a glimpse of ceiling, a quick view of Evan’s short hair, but mostly her eyes were closed against the assault.

He moved to the other breast, and when his spare hand wandered down her stomach and slid into her slick heat, they both groaned.

“You’re so wet,” he said.

Men had said that to Kendall in the past and she’d always felt like it was an accusation, like she should apologize for her arousal, but with Evan, it was different. He sounded pleased, in awe, seriously hot and bothered, and she didn’t hesitate to lift her hips a little to drive his finger deeper.

“You got me wet.”

“Then I should get you off, too.”

Evan’s mouth abandoned her nipple and his tongue trailed down past her ribs, over her belly, pausing for one torturous second over her clitoris before plunging deep inside her where his finger had just been.

She almost vaulted off the bed into his ceiling fan. “Oh, holy shit, Evan.” She hadn’t expected that. Hadn’t been prepared for that. Hadn’t known how good it would feel to have this thick, hot tongue inside her. “You need to stop.” She didn’t want to come again. Couldn’t come again. If she did, then she wouldn’t be able to with him inside her, or with his tongue on her clit, both of which would be more intense. She couldn’t waste an orgasm.

But he kept at her, in and out, in and out, his hand teasing at her nipples, plucking and strumming, his nose tickling her clit.

“No. No.” Heels digging into the mattress, she tried to back up, tried to push his head away with her sweaty palms, but he didn’t go anywhere and she came on his mouth in a hot gush of fluid and desire, a massive, rocking orgasm that had her back off the bed and her moans silenced in shock.

It felt so hot and erotic and dirty, in a good way, like she was fucking his face, and she felt her cheeks flushing with heat at her thoughts, her reactions, even as she reveled in them, gripping his head and grinding every last ounce of pleasure out of her orgasm.

Then she fell back, spent, gasping for breath, her legs trembling and her vaginal muscles still quivering as he pulled away. But with barely a pause, Evan pushed her legs up so they were bent at the knee and wide apart, and then he sank inside her.

Swollen and sensitive and still achingly aroused, Kendall moaned at the way it felt to have him push deep, filling her completely. Evan stopped, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. Then those dark eyes popped open and he stared down at her as he started to move, a mid-speed rhythm, hard but not too slow or too fast. Kendall found herself grappling to hold on to his shoulders, needing something to ground her, both physically and emotionally. The weight of his gaze, the push of his body into hers, felt so good, so intense, yet almost too much, like she wasn’t herself. It was too free, too explosive, too passionate, and the sounds that flew out of her mouth shocked her.

She had lost control and didn’t mind. He was driving her pleasure and she was reveling in it. Evan stroked, his arms solid and muscular on either side of her, his expression intense and unreadable. Kendall felt herself spiraling out of the rational, into a place where this was real, where this passion between them mattered, where she wasn’t eighteen and stupid, but a woman who had more sense. A woman who knew how good this feeling was, how rare even just this kind of sexual satisfaction was. The way he moved inside her . . . Kendall squeezed his arms tighter.

Then she came again, everything from her center out shuddering in shock and pleasure. This time, she made no sound, her throat closed off, her cries silenced by the shattering luminosity of the moment.

“Roll on top of me,” Evan urged.

Kendall couldn’t even answer. She had no ability to speak, think, move.

But Evan flipped her over, their bodies still intertwined when she ended up splayed over top of him.

For a heartbeat, Evan thought Kendall was just going to lie there on him, content, maybe even fall asleep. But as he thrust up inside her, gradually she stirred, her hips meeting his. He couldn’t believe how unbelievably amazing watching her orgasm had been, how seeing her shatter like that beneath him had almost done the same to him. Changing positions had been to prevent that happening too soon and yet, he was already enjoying this too much. Feeling the length of her body draped over him, the press of her breasts, and the warmth of her flesh, he was beyond aroused.

When she peeled herself off of him and sat fully up, Evan was surprised, but damn grateful. It was a hell of a view, and with her legs wide open and the pull of gravity, it brought her more fully down on him. All in all, a fucking fabulous combination, and he lay there and let Kendall do her thing.

Do it she was. There was no hesitation or shyness or excessive bounce. It was languid and sexy and confident, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open on soft sighs.

Evan wasn’t a man who had beautiful words or creative descriptions or an understanding of fine art or literature. But as he watched Kendall moving over him, her hands in her hair, her breasts rising and falling with the tempo of her strokes, her swollen lips open in ecstasy and her back arched in a graceful curve, he thought it was moving poetry. Perfection. All things beautiful combined in that woman, this moment.

Gripping her hips, he matched her rhythm, thrusting deep up inside her with tight urgency. Then he came inside her, a hot explosion, his teeth gritted against the pleasure as her eyes widened. She did that girl thing, where she flexed her inner muscles on him, dragging his orgasm out longer, and as his convulsions slowed he let out a low groan.

“Sweet Jesus, Kendall.”

“No shit” was her reply.

Her hands fell out of her hair and did a slow stroll down her neck and chest, cupping her breasts. The sight of that made his cock jump again and she gave a little cry, an orgasm aftershock.

Then she lowered herself onto him, her hair falling across his face. Evan stroked her smooth back and swallowed hard. He was hot and sweaty and out of breath, but he felt awesome. Like he’d won at Daytona. Twice.

Her chin was on his chest as she looked up at him. “Umm. So what’s my nickname?”

Evan grinned. “I was thinking Jay would be a fine nickname for you.”

“Jay? What the hell does that mean?”

“Short for Va-jay-jay. After all, if you hadn’t said that, we wouldn’t be here right now enjoying this evening together.”

Her mouth dropped open and she looked like she might just tear him a new one, but then she laughed softly. “That is so completely offensive. Yet somehow funny.”

“That’s how it’s meant.” Evan slid his fingers up the curve of her waist, along the side of her breast. “I’m a funny guy.”

“And I’m reiterating that I don’t need a nickname.”

He laughed. “You come up with a better one. Bet you ten bucks you can’t.”