Bringing Home the Bad Boy (Second Chance #1)(60)

“Spread your legs.”

“Evan. You don’t have to—”

“Ace. Legs,” he said, not willing to hear her argument. In fact, he was already lowering himself to the tub floor. “Want to taste you.”

And here, in the alternate realm of her reality, she leaned back against the shower wall and watched the man of her fantasies work to prove to her she was amazing.

Funny thing was, she’d started to believe him.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN




Charlie woke in the morning to the smoky smell of bacon. The alarm clock then informed her it was not morning. It wasn’t even late morning.

“Twelve oh-five?” She bolted up, muscles she hadn’t used in too long sore. She’d slept in nothing, apparently. Nothing but her lotion-covered skin. Evan had insisted on applying it after her shower and she’d insisted he didn’t have to.

He listened as well as he had earlier. Not at all.

He’d guided her into her too-small bedroom and too-small bed and tossed her down onto it. “Lotion, Ace.”

“Too tired.”

“Lotion.”

Bossy. Too tired to argue, she pointed to the coconut-vanilla fragrance she’d chosen for summer sitting on her dresser. He picked it up, shook it, and put a knee on the bed, dipping the mattress significantly under his weight.

It’d been a long time since a man significantly dipped the mattress with his weight. She decided she liked it. And liked that it was Evan, who had a healthy amount of lotion on his hand, tossed the bottle aside, and rubbed his palms together.

Seeing him naked wasn’t a sight she had yet gotten used to—maybe never would get used to. All that still-damp, tousled dark hair, thick, dark brows, the fan of thicker, darker eyelashes. And then there was his chest, the hair curling over his pecs, swirling around his belly button, and tapering off in a trail into his shorts. Only now, there were no shorts. It tapered into the length of his semi-hard penis, and that, she decided, was a beautiful, beautiful sight.

Warmed, slick lotion hit her thigh as he worked it into her muscles, half-massaging, half-copping a feel before running both hands down the length of her leg. She closed her eyes, moaning long and low and enjoying lying in bed, her body warm, his rough, talented hands sliding over her skin.

Yes. She could get used to this.

After an epic foot massage, he put a hand on the bed, leaned over her, and grabbed the bottle of lotion. While there, he turned his head to suckle her nipple for a few hot seconds before returning his attention to her other thigh.

Air cooled her damp flesh, her hips lifting involuntarily as her fists tightened around the sheets.

“Be patient.” He rubbed his hands to warm the lotion and started on her other thigh. “You’ll get more.” The devilish smile quirking his lips could cause an orgasm on its own.

“Who said I want more?” she dared.

His smile dropped. “That a challenge?”

Yes, please.

“Yeah.”

Tossing the bottle aside, he’d positioned himself over top of her and brushed her belly with his erection. He lowered his mouth and tongued her breast, encircling the nipple until it hardened. She began squirming all over again.

“You want more,” he stated.

He was right.

Rather than say he was right, she whispered, “Ev.”

He’d hesitated over her other nipple, his warm breath cascading over her skin.

That’s when she realized what she’d said. She’d never called him “Ev” before. And the reason she’d never called him that before was because Ev was Rae’s nickname for him.

Sacred ground.

His mouth returned to her nipple where he took his time laving her. When her eyes had closed, and her hips had canted, and her mind had erased, he let her go with a soft pop and said, “Like that.”

She liked it very much, so she answered, “Yes.”

He moved to her lips. She opened her eyes as he kissed her and then he spoke against them. “Like when you call me Ev.”

She blinked at him, taking in all of him—the bright, heated blue eyes, sexy bedhead, strong, inked arms, and thick, muscled chest. “You do?”

Nose nuzzling hers, he said simply, “Yeah.”

And maybe it was simple. Maybe she’d been complicating everything.

“Want more?”

She nodded.

“What do you say?”

“Um… please?”

He kissed her bottom lip and spoke in a low, rumbling, sensual voice that chilled her overheated body. “Please what?”

“Please, Ev,” she whispered. This earned her another kiss, a longer, wetter, deeper one than before. He followed his tongue down her neck and to her breasts again, a rippling orgasm building between her legs despite the fact he hadn’t touched her there.

“Ev,” she panted again. “Now, please. Now.”

He didn’t leave her breasts right away, settling in to torture her in the sweetest way possible for several minutes. Then when she’d nearly torn his hair out by the root, brought the walls down with her loud wails, he left her, rolled on a condom, and came back to her.

When his lips closed over her breast, and she’d tipped her chin back to moan, he entered her. No warning, no nudge, just one long, deep slide until he was encased to the hilt.