Now this was much better than coming home to an empty house. He wound his arms around her and tugged her even closer, then carried her upstairs to his bedroom.
He needed her touch, craved her sweet scent, and since he’d been nonstop busy since they’d returned to the racetrack, they’d had no time together, because she’d been scarce, too, catching up on her own work.
He laid her on the bed and climbed on, laying his hand on her breast. She moaned against his lips and rubbed his already hard cock.
He liked that no words needed to be spoken between them, that she needed him as much as he needed her.
He drew the straps down on her sexy little dress and bared her breasts. “I could use a shower, and I likely smell like sweat and gasoline. I know I need a shave,” he said as he finally pulled his lips from hers.
She dragged the palm of her hand across the scruff on his face. “Don’t you dare leave what we’ve started here. You smell good and I like this stuff on your face. Now make love to me before I die.”
With a low growl, he bent and took a nipple between his lips, sucking it deeply into his mouth. Evelyn’s low moan of approval made his dick twitch. He rocked against her hip as he cupped her breast and fed more of it into his mouth. When he rubbed his face over her tender flesh, she whimpered.
“God, I really do like that scratchy beard. I wonder what it would feel like between my legs.”
Now that was an invitation if he ever heard one. He stood and dragged her legs over the edge of the bed, then lifted her dress to reveal pink silk panties, barely held together by thin straps at her hips.
He carefully grasped those flimsy strips and dragged her underwear down her hips and legs, parting her legs to kiss her inner thighs.
“Please, Gray.”
He murmured against her inner thigh. “Please what, baby?”
He could feel her entire body shudder. “Please lick my * and make me come.”
“I like it when you beg.” He snaked his tongue out and slid it across her sex, rewarded with her primal moan that drove him crazy. He cupped her butt and raised her hips, then put his mouth on her and laid his tongue over her clit.
She lifted her head and met his gaze. “You’re going to make me come. Fast. It’s been too long.”
He rocked his tongue back and forth over her clit, then slid it inside her.
“Gray. Yes. Do that again.”
He did as she asked.
“Faster. Go back and forth like that faster. Oh my God, that feels so good.”
He did exactly as she wanted, watching her expression as her mouth opened and her breaths came in short bursts. She gripped the covers, arched her hips toward him, and let out a wail as she came, shoving her * in his face as if to tell him she wanted a lot more of what he was giving her.
Oh, man, he liked making her come, loved the way she trembled as she let go. He loved her taste, the way she gave him everything when she climaxed.
He grabbed a condom and unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and sheathed himself. He pulled her butt to the edge of the bed and sank into Evelyn while she was still throbbing from her release.
She raised up and grabbed his arms, pulling herself onto his cock, burying him deeper in her.
“Fuck.” He held on to her as she impaled herself on his aching dick. He leaned over and covered her body, then lifted and thrust again, pressing against her tender flesh.
His hands roamed over the sweet softness of her hip and leg as he rolled her knee back so he could drive in deeper.
She swept her hand over his hair, his face, her thumb brushing his lower lip before cupping the back of his neck to bring him down for a deep, shattering kiss that nearly undid him. He closed his eyes and lost himself in her scent, the taste of her, the feel of her wrapped around him, squeezing him until he couldn’t hold back and all he could do was power into her over and over until her whimpering moans turned to harsh cries.
She raked her nails down his back, demanding, unrelenting. He continued to lever his hips and roll against her clit, needing her to shatter again, wanting her to come with him, to bond her to him in a way that even he couldn’t explain.
And when she did, when she cried out, he absorbed the sound with his lips and let himself release, his own groans mixing with her cries as he poured himself into her.
He wasn’t sure, but he might have passed out. It had been a long, really hot day.
Coupled with the earlier part of the week, he was done for. All he could remember was scooting over onto the bed and cool, soft hands stroking his brow.
“Congratulations, by the way,” Evelyn whispered.
“Mmm, thanks,” was all he could recall saying before his eyes shuttered closed and his mind went blank.
When he woke sometime later, he was alone in the bed. The lights were out, but his throat was sand dry. He was still half dressed and felt like he had a hangover. And Christ, he needed a shower and some food.