Page 56 of Keeping Eveline

As much as Ox would love to rip her panties off and take her against his front door, he wanted to explore her as well. Take his time and reacquaint himself with her curves and the places that made her sigh or jolt in surprise.

He pulled down her skirt and scooped her up in his arms. His bedroom wasn’t far.

Her floral scent lingered in the air, and he bet his sheets would smell like her. The thought had his body hardening even more.

Ox set her in the middle of the bed, standing to the side, and divested himself of his clothing.

Eveline’s gasp filled the room when his cock sprang free from the confines of his boxers. He grabbed it and squeezed it in an attempt to stop himself from losing his load, which was ridiculous, since he was nearly forty and not a teenager.

He squeezed tighter when Eveline’s hands went to her blouse and started unbuttoning it. Her eyes never leaving his cock. “Baby, you’re killing me here.”

She gazed up at him from beneath her lashes, and his cock jolted at the sultry, sexy look she was sending his way. “You do look like you’re in a little pain. Maybe I can help with that.”

Eveline went to her knees, crawling across the bed until she got to where he stood, hand still holding his dick…waiting. Waiting to see what her next move would be. The image of those perfectly plump lips swallowing him whole was so vivid he thought it was happening, but she was still resting on her feet, her attention glued to him.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, wincing because his voice had been a desperate croak.

“Well.” Eveline dragged the word out and went back to removing her shirt. “I can do this.”

Ox wanted to undress her. To kiss every inch of skin he exposed, but he couldn’t deny there was something very sexy about her stripping for him.

Did she even know how gorgeous she was?

Her beauty wasn’t surface, it went deeper. Her willingness to do the right thing. To put her life in danger again, showed the depth of her caring for the people who were being mistreated by her boss. Eveline’s need to uncover it and do the right thing. Another person might have ignored it. Not wanted to get involved. She did, and he admired her a hell of a lot for doing it.

His control snapped when she shrugged, and the light fabric drifted from her body and landed into a soft puddle on his bed. Her creamy breasts swelled above the cups of her lacy bra. Her nipples were hard and pushing against the delicate beige fabric.

Ox put an arm on either side of her, and Eveline leaned back, allowing him to brush his chest against her perfect breasts. “It’s my turn now.”

His mouth found hers again at the same time she landed on her back so now he was lying over her, his leg brushing hers.

She still had on more clothes than him, and he’d get to removing the rest, after he’d worshiped her breasts.

Ox reached to her back, flicked the clips of her bra, and undid it. He lowered the straps down her arms.

Her breasts bounced a little as they were freed, and he zeroed in on her nipple as he tossed her bra away.

“Kyle,” Eveline moaned, her fingers sliding through his short hair as he teased the pink bud with his tongue.

Memories of their night together flooded his mind, and as much as liked them, he pushed them aside. Tonight, he was making new ones. Ones that were even better than that night because it would end with them curled around each other—of that he was certain.

As he worshipped her breasts, he managed to divest her of her skirt and panties. His cock was hard and aching; wanting to find release within Eveline, and almost pushing him to forget his seduction and just bury himself balls-deep.

She pushed against his shoulders, and he immediately stopped what he was doing, giving her the space she needed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just want all of you on me, not half. So, I’m making that happen.” Eveline moved from the edge to the middle of the bed.

He followed her and lay on his side beside her, his hand resting on her belly.

Her request to move was what he’d needed to get his yearning for her under control. He was still ready to explode, but he was a little more in control now.

Ox trailed his fingers from where they rested to her hip bone. He’d teased her against the door, and he planned to tease her a little more. He followed his touch with his mouth.

Her skin was so soft. He kissed his way across her hips down her inner thigh, all the while avoiding her pussy, which was torture itself, as the musky scent of her arousal assailed his senses.

“Dammit, Kyle, stop teasing!” Eveline grumbled, digging her fingernails into his shoulder.

Without the protection of his shirt, it stung, but he welcomed it. She could get as rough as she wanted in the bedroom, and he wouldn’t mind at all.

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