Bringing Home the Bad Boy (Second Chance #1)(89)

She’d admit, much better than an argument.

Her hands went into his hair to hold herself up as he backed her through his living room, his chest pressing against her breasts, his hips bumping hers, the hand that had moved to her ass cupping it firmly. He moved his other hand to the back of her head and buried his fingers in her hair as he walked her awkwardly up the stairs to his room.

When his lips left hers, they were at the landing, his big bed behind her. His lips moved to her neck, further preventing her from speaking coherently, then his tongue moved along the sensitive flesh behind her ear. Before she knew it, she’d been stripped of her clothes and dropped on his bed, Evan lowering himself over her.

With his lips wrapped around one nipple and finger and thumb rolling the other, she couldn’t think of anywhere else she’d rather be. His tongue delved to her belly button and darted in, then out, and Charlie—thoroughly speechless—held on to his hair and watched through hooded eyes as he settled between her thighs and slicked his tongue along her center.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX




Who the hell is Leslie O’Brian?

Evan had no idea.

What he did know is that Charlie was jealous enough to stake a claim on him tonight, thinly veiled as an accusation she hadn’t been able to follow through with. And what that meant was, she was close.

What he also knew was she tasted like absolute heaven. From her minty lips and skin smelling of apples, to where he tasted her now—this. This was the best taste of all.

Better than the taste of her on his tongue were the sounds she made. Soft mews mixed with breathy pants as she kneaded his head like a content kitten. Better still? He was going to be inside of her in a few short minutes.

She was close. A high-pitched squeak made its way from her throat as she arched her hips and thrust against his face.

A few short seconds, he mentally corrected. Quickening his pace, he snaked a hand up her torso and reached for a nipple. He squeezed and she bucked. He knew what his girl needed.

Seconds later, she rewarded him with a long, low groan of satisfaction, her ass cheeks tightening on the bed. She came for so long, his tongue started to get tired.

But he was no quitter.

He stopped when her pulling on his hair turned to pushing and she was practically whimpering. He climbed her body and found her still moaning, flat on her back, arm thrown over her eyes, breathing deep and slow.

The room was dark, but he could make out the perfect outline of her large breasts, her flat stomach, smooth, round hips, and her glistening sex.

Didn’t take him long to get hard. He pulled off his shirt with one hand at the same time unbuckling his belt.

“Ready, baby?”

“Mmm,” came her incoherent response.

“She’s ready,” he muttered, kicking his shoes to the floor, stripping off his socks. He climbed over her again and removed her arm. “Ace.” He kissed her closed eyes. “Wake up, baby. Work to do.”

“Sleepy,” she whined.

“All you gotta do is hold on.”

“Mmph.”

Damn. She was out. Out out.

He couldn’t keep from smiling. He tugged at the covers she laid on top of. “Ass up, Ace.”

“No.”

“Gotta tuck you in, baby,” he said, tugging the covers again.

Then they were yanked from his hand and he faced a suddenly wide-eyed and very alert Charlie Harris. “What if I want you?”

His lips spread into a grin. “Second wind?”

She nudged him back and slung a leg over his hips. “Now.”

Astride him, she positioned him at her entrance before sliding down onto his shaft slowly. Before they made a mistake, he needed to remind her he didn’t have a condom on.

“Ace.”

“The pill, baby,” she said with a grin.

His hands froze on her hips as he allowed himself to savor the feel of being inside her without anything between them. She was on the pill?

“Yeah?” he blew out as she took the rest of him.

She nodded, leaned over him, and kissed his mouth. “Yeah.”

His eyes went to her breasts as she started to move. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned, enjoying the 3D view of her plush, pink nipples. Her hands on his chest, she moved off him. He caught a nipple in his mouth as she sat down on him again.

His hands went to her lower back. She rose and fell again, this time taking her nipple from his lips. The marked change her breathing told him she was getting off on this as much as he was about to.

Like a wave, she rolled, cresting into him, her belly rubbing into his stomach, her thighs liquid around his. Then she ebbed, pushing back onto his cock and dragging a harsh breath from his lungs with the movement.

He had no idea how long this went on, how long he kept his palms at her back, encouraging her every movement as he wound tight as a spring inside her. Soon, though, her breathing shifted and he knew she was going to come again.

And he wasn’t letting her work her way through it.

Holding her close, he rolled with her, staying inside, and laid her on her back. He thrust forward and she let out a sharp “oh!” which he took as encouragement. He thrust again and was awarded with another shout.

Loud. He liked her loud.

“Like that, Ace?”

“Harder,” was her reply.