Page 50 of No Kind of Hero
She had absolutely no idea what was going to happen next. And she didn’t care.
He wanted to kiss her. He wasgoingto kiss her. Just not yet.
She wanted to be a new woman tonight. He could feel it in her. And he wanted to help her do it. The new Beth wanted adventure, but she also wanted a man she trusted to carry her out of that plane. He could be all of that. He could be everything she wanted.
She stood there, eyes huge, watching him, and he put a hand under her hair, cupped her face, and kissed her softly, all the way over by her ear. She shivered, and he felt it. He kept his thumb caressing her cheek and whispered into that pretty ear, adorned with a slim golden hoop, “You want to play a little more tonight?”
Another shiver.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he told her. And then he got an arm under her shoulders and another under her knees and lifted her off her feet. The fantasy started right now.
Once again, just like that first time, he’d changed his sheets this morning in hopes of her, and his heart wasn’t hammering any less than it had then. Beth’s honey hair was falling over his arm, her own slim arm was around his neck, and she didn’t say a thing. She just looked at him, her mouth a little parted, like he was her rescuer and her danger all in one.
He got it.
He set her down in the middle of the straw-colored cotton bedspread, stood over her, and said, “You look so good there, baby. You just stay like that.”
This time, he was getting naked first. She liked his shoulders and his arms. She liked to look at him, and she liked to feel him. And tonight, she was going to get what she liked.
He unbuttoned the right sleeve, the left, and then he started on the rest. One slow button at a time, and she lay there and watched as if he were her show. Which he was more than happy to be. He pulled the shirt out of his jeans and tossed it on a chair, and there was definitely some hunger in her. He got his boots and socks off, stood over her, bare-chested in his jeans, and said, “Why don’t you come on over here and do the rest?”
She smiled, and then she got onto her knees on the mattress and walked her way over to him. When she kissed his neck and her hands brushed over his chest, he was more than ready. And when her hand stroked slowly down to his waist, he tensed.
Belt,he thought.Now.
She didn’t go there. Instead, she was still kissing his neck, her warm mouth leaving tingles everywhere it touched. Her hands were exploring him. Arms, shoulders, chest, like she was taking a long, slow inventory of his muscles. It felt great, but it wasn’t fast enough.
“Beth,” he said.
“Shh.” He felt the smile against the skin of his neck, down low near his collarbone. She was giving him some delicate bites, and her fingers were teasing his nipples, sending shock waves straight down to his groin. He needed itbad.
“What do you want?” she breathed into his ear, then took the lobe between her teeth and bit down softly.
“I want everything.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Mm.” Her hands were still moving, and so was her mouth. Butterfly kisses, agonizingly soft, and her hands weren’t getting there. When she got up off the bed, he said, “No. I want you there.”
“But then,” she said, “how can I give you everything you want?” With that, she turned and took him with her, and she was dropping to her knees.
His heart was on its way to red-line territory, and his hands went straight into all that hair. Because finally, her hands were on his belt, were sliding the leather tongue back, pulling it free, and she was at the buttons of his Levi’s.
Slower than he’d done his shirt.Slip.One silver button gone.Slip.Button number two. Her hands weren’t all that intent on their job, either. They kept straying, brushing lightly over the cotton of his briefs, and every time they did, he jumped straight into her hand.
“Beth,” he said again.
“Shh.”Slip.Button three. And then, when he thought it wouldn’t happen . . . button four. Her hands slid down under his briefs on either side of his hips, and she was shoving everything to the floor. He stepped out of his clothes with her help, and he was free.
He knew exactly how she’d felt the day before, because that was how he was feeling now. He wanted her naked, but he wanted this more. He wanted thisbad.When her hands, which had been stroking up his calves, then his thighs, finally closed around him? He might have groaned a little bit.
“Mm,” she said. She started with a couple slow licks, like she was warming him up, except that he was already burning. And then she went to town. Just as slowly as he’d done her the day before, like this was payback and she was going to give it everything she had.
His hands were wrapped all the way into that hair. Maybe they were pulling too much, but she didn’t seem to care. Besides, he had to hold her hair back, because he had to watch. If there was anything better than a woman on her knees taking you deep in her mouth . . .
He thought that, and after a while, he couldn’t think anymore, because she was pulling him over the edge. He was watching her, feeling the heat of her mouth, her stroking hands. She was bold, and she was working him over like she enjoyed it. He worried for a flashing second that he’d come in her mouth, and the next second, he worried that she wouldn’t want it. Because he had to. Hehadto.
His entire body stiffened, his hands tightened even more in her hair, and he was shoving himself straight down her throat. And she drank him down like she loved it.
Beth sat back on her knees, licked and stroked him clean, and felt . . . powerful. A sexual creature, and that was all. A woman who could take a man anywhere she wanted. Evan’s legs were shaking, and she pushed him back to sit on the bed. She’d loved him standing up, standing over her. But now? She wanted him lying down.
