Page 65 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 24

Nathan

I paced outside her bedroom, running my hands through my hair, the events of the past few days replaying through my mind. Fully aware that Hannah was in the room right across the hall, I couldn't bring myself to actually care. My marriage had been over for a long time, over before it even started. What happened with Evelyn had opened my eyes. She was a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful soul.

Sighing, I opened the door to her bedroom, closing and locking it quietly behind me. She shifted on the bed, pulling the sheets up to her neck, her pretty doe eyes meeting mine. Standing there I waited for her to tell me to leave, anything, a sign of her not wanting me close to her.

I got nothing.

After spending all day away from her, I yearned for her company. The conversation I’d had with Hannah about the divorce left me little hope; it wouldn't be easy.

I pulled my shirt over my head, watching how she bit her lip nervously. She was so innocent and I wanted to corrupt her in every way possible. I went on to remove the rest of my clothes until I was naked in front of her, my cock already hard and aching for her. Evelyn gasped quietly when I walked up to her, crawling on top of her on the bed.

She wore nothing but a flimsy white shirt, her perked-up nipples visible through the thin material. Evelyn was so inexperienced she had no clue what just the sight of her lying beneath me so eager and willing caused. I placed my arms on each side of her head, taking a strand of hair and placing it behind her ear. Evelyn gave me a small smile; the one that had done me over, the one that could cause my heart to stop.

I leaned down, grazing her lips while her hands went to my hair, pulling me closer to her, the distance between us disappearing. She kissed me, her lips eagerly parting and allowing my tongue entrance. A soft moan left her lips at the contact, making me shudder at just the thought of what we were about to do.

All resolve was lost, every ounce of consideration for the woman sleeping just a few doors away was gone. I should have felt guilty, should have perhaps regretted this, but the thing was I'd never felt so sure about anything, or anyone other than Evelyn.

She was intoxicating, messing with my senses, invading every pore of my body. She fucking owned me. I brought my lips to her jaw, feeling the goosebumps that coated her skin, another moan left her lips as I sucked on her skin while her legs opened up, inviting me in.

I pulled the shirt up and over her head, leaving it over her eyes so that she couldn't see. A startled gasp left her lips when she realized what I was doing, but she didn't protest. Instead, she relaxed into the bed. I took a moment to admire her, full breasts, nipples eager for attention…her face flushed even in the dark. I flicked my tongue over a nipple, watching her reaction. Her back arched and I groaned, taking it all in my mouth, teasing the tender bud with my teeth while I brought a hand to her mouth, quieting down her moans.

Kissing down her body, memorizing every curve and crevice was becoming my addiction. I wanted nothing more than to pleasure her in every way possible, make her feel like she was the most amazing woman in the world because to me she was.

Never once in that time that I had been married did I ever consider cheating, with anyone, until she came back. The first time we'd kissed I knew there was no turning back. I thought I could fight it, but it was a fight that was lost before it even began.

I nipped at her hips, lowering her panties and sliding them off her legs; legs that opened up for me so readily, so needy. Her labored breathing told me that she was barely holding on and when I finally brought my mouth to her slick flesh, her hips bucking against my mouth, I knew that her inhibitions were long gone.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” I rasped. I gave her what she wanted, sucking on her skin, taking her swollen clit in my mouth as I pushed two fingers inside of her. She let out an audible gasp, clearly not able to contain her moans of pleasure as she came.

I should have been worried, but I reveled in the fact that I'd made her lose control.

I got on my knees, watched her heaving chest and its erratic up and down movement, the way that she held on to the pillow over her head.

“What do you want?” I asked her.

Evelyn's full lips parted, her hips rising from the bed slightly. I gripped them, holding her down, letting my cock just touch her slick entrance. I ignored the painful twitch, teasing her further.

“Tell me, Evelyn. What do you want?”

“I need…I need you.” A slow smile crept on my face at the desperation in her voice. She was far too shy to say the words that I knew she wanted to say.

Whimpering softly, she lifted her hips again. This time I held them, pushing inside her with one swift thrust. She gasped as soon as I filled her up while I paused, letting her get used to my size, her walls clenching around me almost immediately.

I began moving, pushing in and out of her, coaxing her walls into taking me in, watching the way her back arched, the way her breasts moved with every thrust. Far too beautiful, far too hypnotizing…I knew I would never feel that way about anyone else.

The moonlight perfectly illuminated her body; I could see every reaction she had to me, the way she tried to contain herself while all I wanted was to see her let go. I leaned down, pressing my body against her soft one and kissed her. Our tongues mated just like our bodies, my mouth swallowing up her throaty moans.

I moved the shirt away from her eyes, relief flooding them as soon as she saw me. I had wanted to prolong the moment, the feel of her underneath me, the feeling of our bodies pressing together until she whispered a single word:

“More.”

Fuck.

I kissed her as I slowed down my thrusts until she whimpered in protest. Her nails clawed down my back, trying to get me to move.

“Turn around,” I murmured. Eyes clouded with lust met my own.

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