Page 29 of Crave Me

CHAPTER 8

Evan

I turn my head slightly, my closed eyes scrunching when my neck kinks. All I want is to sleep, yet as I blink my eyes open and see strands of tousled black hair draped across my chest, I’m suddenly wide awake.

Last night was more of a dream. A perfect evening spent in the company of the most magnetic woman I’ve ever met. But what followed dinner . . . Fuck. I don’t make swearing a habit, but no other word can describe what occurred more precisely.

My hand skims down her spine to rest against her lower back, a reminder to myself that she’s as real as every kiss and touch we shared.

When I was young, the term “all night long” was referenced repeatedly by my peers, leaving me with the impression it was the sexual standard I should expect and look forward to. When I actually began having sex, “once a night” followed by a polite thank you was more realistic given the women I associated with.

Wren proved “all night long” is possible and ridiculously hot. I put her in positions I would have believed were improbable. She responded in turn, her motions sensual and encouraging, allowing me to lead her in an erotic escapade of sweating and swearing bodies and flailing limbs.

Everything about my time with her was different. We spoke and laughed at length, permitting me to know her on a personal level before she took me into her bedroom and allowed me to commit every aspect of her body to memory.

I stroke her hair when she stirs against me. Even the way she sleeps is different.

My last two lovers would be buried beneath the covers, the more recent one already dressed. Wren and I lie naked. What’s left of the bedsheets spilled over the corner of the bed.

The strands of her hair slip through my fingers as she lifts off me, her eyes swollen from lack of sleep. But when she smiles her delicate features brighten, beckoning me closer.

“Hi,” she says, tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth as I break our kiss.

“Good morning,” I tell her, returning her smile.

She climbs on top of me, bending her knees on either side of me as she stretches and yawns. Her breasts lift, the tips pointing to the ceiling as she arches back. It’s a sight that stills me in place, but that familiar ache surged the moment she straddled me.

Her hair falls forward as she looks down between us. She laughs, leaning in to kiss me. “Well, hello there,” she says, wiggling her hips. “Looks like the big boss is up.”

Perhaps I should be embarrassed how easily she arouses me, but like last night and very early this morning, my body simply responds to hers.

My hands skim past her small waist to cup her breasts and knead them. She covers them with hers and links our fingers, her grin sensually wicked. “Come on,” she says, reaching for another condom and pulling me in the direction of her bathroom. “Let’s get that shower you were talking about . . .”

We stumble out of her glass shower about an hour later. I barely keep my feet, and her, balanced with how weak my legs are. Her bathroom is quite small, fortunately. I manage to grip the edge of the sink to keep us from falling.

We laugh as we straighten, her eyes shimmering as she fumbles through a drawer. She passes me a toothbrush and reaches for her own. I don’t quite have the package open when she pinches my ass.

“I knew you had it in you.”

Without thinking, my stare travels below my waist.

“I didn’t mean that,” she says, laughing. She shakes her toothbrush at me. “That was a very big and very nice surprise.” She glances down, taking her time to look at me before adding toothpaste to her toothbrush. “What I meant was, I knew you were a beast beneath all that business.”

I pause in the middle of squeezing the paste she hands me. “A beast?”

“Uh, yeah,” she replies as if stating the obvious. “Last night was totally hot. Honest to God, I didn’t know I was that flexible.”

“Nor did I,” I admit. I lean toward the sink, thinking back to everything we did and how our bodies reacted. She called me a beast. Perhaps I was, but it’s her allure that set the beast free of his cage.

Wren is a woman comfortable with her sensuality. She’s daring and fearless, allowing herself to enjoy sex without reservations. It’s why I could respond with such fervor and the reason I couldn’t do enough to please her. I thrived on each passionate scream and inviting tease of her hands, and most especially how she couldn’t have enough of me.

“I’m excited you didn’t drown.” She points at the shower. “Considering what you did to me in there.”

I chuckle, not bothering to explain that death by drowning would be worth everything I was doing to her. We consumed each other, but it’s the way her eyes met mine as I lifted her against the tile that momentarily held me in place. She wanted me . . . and she trusted me.

We steal glances as we brush our teeth, our smiles never wavering. She gathers a few towels as I finish rinsing my mouth, passing me one as I straighten.

“Thank you,” I tell her

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