“Then take what you need, Gray.”
It was all he needed to hear. He wound his arm around her waist, picked her up, and moved a foot toward the door. He pressed the lock button, then carried her to the bed. He laid her on it and followed her down, his mouth on hers in a frenzy of passion and need. Her tongue wound around his, her whispered moans a balm to his aching psyche.
He lifted her shirt and found the silken softness of her skin, not realizing how much he’d missed touching her until that very moment. He raised her top and unclasped her bra, cupping a breast in his hand, soaking up her cries with his mouth as he teased her nipple. Each sound she uttered made his dick harder. He rocked his hard-on between her legs, the driving force of his need.
He raised up and slid between her thighs, teasing her. She licked her lips and raised her legs, locking them around his hips.
“Please,” she whispered.
He needed to make her come, wanted to hear her cries as she came apart for him.
He drew down her pants and underwear and buried his face in her *. She smelled and tasted like sweet heaven, soothing his soul as she grasped a handful of his hair to hold him in place as he licked and sucked her clit, holding on to her as she writhed in pleasure beneath him.
“Gray,” she said. “I’m going to come. Oh, yes, I’m going to come.” He lapped at her *, then latched onto her clit and took her there. She grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it as she let go. He held on to her hips and licked her until she was moaning again, and then he unzipped his pants and sank into her while she was still quivering.
Her eyes widened with shock as he grasped her hands and lifted them above her head.
“I want you to scream again for me,” he said, pulling back only to thrust harder and bury himself deep.
She reached underneath his shirt and scraped her nails down his back. “Yes. Just like that. Harder.”
He loved that she matched him, that she arched against him, squeezing his hand as he powered inside her, faster and faster, grinding against her until she tightened around him.
He kissed her, his tongue sucking hers inside until she whimpered and bucked against him. He wanted her to come again, wanted to feel her * grab his dick in a tight vise and squeeze the come right out of him. And when he felt the tremors, he rubbed against her, rocking his pelvis over her sensitive flesh until she cried out against his lips. He raised her knee and buried himself deep, lifting her butt with his hand and powering up into her as he came with a harsh groan, emptying himself into her.
Out of breath and sweating, he rested his lips against her neck, loving the feel of her soft fingertips stroking his back.
When he came to his senses, he realized what he’d done.
He’d taken her, fast and furious—and without a condom.
He’d used her. He’d satisfied his own needs and taken, without thought for her needs or what she wanted.
He was no better than his father.
NINETEEN
EVELYN FLOATED BACK DOWN TO REALITY, NOT EVEN caring they were at his parents’ house, that someone might have heard. What they’d shared was passionate and wild and like nothing she could have ever imagined.
But she could tell the moment everything had changed. One minute she and Gray were locked together. He was kissing her neck, lazily stroking her leg. The next, he tensed, and his head shot up, panic written all over his face.
“Oh, shit. Evelyn, I’m so sorry.”
She frowned. “For what? For this? I’m not. I know it’s a little unorthodox, being at your parents’, but honestly—”
“No.” He jumped off the bed and she realized they were both still half clothed, which made what had just happened between them so much—sexier.
She sat up. “What’s wrong?” He’d been so upset earlier, and she had no idea why, though she suspected it had something to do with his father. She wished he would open up to her, talk to her about what bothered him.
He grabbed his pants, slid them on, and zipped them up. “I didn’t use a condom. I am never—and I mean never—irresponsible like that. I can’t apologize enough.”
“Oh. I’m on the pill, Gray. You don’t have to worry about me becoming pregnant. I assume you’re always careful about protection, as am I.”
He sat on the bed next to her and picked up her hand. “I am always careful. I’ve never been with a woman without protection before. I hope you believe that. I’ll get tests. I get tested frequently. Jesus, I am so sorry.”
She felt so bad for him, for this day he was having. She stroked up and down his arm. “Quit beating yourself up over this. I loved sharing this moment with you today.
Didn’t you?”
“I used you to make myself feel better.”
“You made me come—twice. I hardly feel used.”
His lips curved in a hint of a smile. “That’s good. But I still feel shitty.”