Page 26 of The Hardest Hit

He had her mostly undressed by the time they reached the bedroom. He was hampered by the boots.

“Evan,” she said, as he unzipped a boot, enjoying the fricative sound of the zipper.

“Yes,” he replied, pausing briefly and hoping that she wasn’t going to do anything pedantic and normal like talk about relationships or where they were going because at the moment he was more worried about coming than going.

“Do you think…” she bit her lip and he raised an eyebrow. “I’m up for whatever, but I was also kind of hoping for dinner.”

He laughed. She never said what he thought she was going to say. “Yes, I’ll make you dinner.”

“Well, food in general. You don’t have to cook. I just haven’t had dinner.”

He yanked off the other boot and slid the jeans over her hips, kissing along her thigh as he went.

“I,” kiss, “will,” kiss, “make,” kiss, “you,” kiss, “dinner.”

She made a little moan of happiness at the end of the sentence and he was fairly certain he could make her come based on promises of food alone. One of her bra straps was sliding off her shoulder and her breast was tumbling out of the cup. Her bra and panties were gold and pink lace that matched her nipples perfectly.

“You’re still dressed,” she complained.

“You should probably do something about that,” he said, running his tongue over the escaping breast.

“I, oh…” Her nipple became taut in his mouth, firm, while the rest of her breast was soft. He undid the bra and ran his hand over the other breast. She was pulling, ineffectually, at his shirt. “God, that feels good,” she groaned, giving up on his shirt in favor of letting him do what he wanted.

“You’ll never get me naked that way,” he said, letting his teeth barely touch her breast. She let out a little gasp but reached again for his shirt again. He let the other breast roll through his fingers pinching the nipple right at the end and her gasp this time was more pronounced.

“You’re making this very difficult,” she said, her voice higher than normal and breathless.

“Am I?” He kissed along her neck. She finally managed to get his shirt untucked and was working on some of the buttons, but he put a stop to that, by moving one hand down between her thighs. He pushed the panties aside and ran his entire palm over her roughly and then gently pushed inside with one finger.

“Evan!” she gasped, arching back for him and he could not stop himself from smiling. “Evan you’re being very, oh…”

“Very what?” he asked, circling her clit with his now wet finger. “Nice?”

“Yes! No.”

“No? I should stop?”

He stopped and she glared up at him. “Evan Deveraux, you take your clothes off right now.”

“I never should have told you my full name,” he said, yanking his shirt off over his head. “You’re going to use it against me.”

She was wriggling out of her underwear and she glanced up at him. “Well, yes,” she said, her accent pristine in her agreement, “because I want you to use other things againstme.”

Her red hair tumbled down around her shoulders and her pale skin stood in stark contrast to his dark gray sheets. He found that he was grinning down at her like a fool. “We are going to have so much fun.”

“Well,” she said, unzipping his fly slowly, and sliding her hand inside, “I hope so.”

She kissed along his chest, as her hands ever so slowly worked his pants off his hips. He let her push him off the bed to get him out of his pants. He was standing there while she knelt on the bed, running her thumb up and down his cock, when she bit his chest with a stinging nip. He found himself gasping and his hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack. He looked down at her, petrified.

“Was that not in the rules?” she asked, her eyes wide in mock innocence.

“You tell me,” he said, breathing heavily. He hadn’t hit anyone during sex in two years. He wasn’t sure that counted, but he really didn’t want to screw this up.

She looked over her shoulder, to where his hand still rested on her ass. “I don’t see a flag on the play.”

“Then I should see if I can make it to the goal line,” he said and pushed her onto the bed.

She watched him with flushed cheeks as he pulled the condom on, reaching for him eagerly when he was done. But instead of complying he dipped his head and ran his tongue along her thigh and slid two fingers inside her.