Page 34 of No Kind of Hero
“Mm.” It was a low, satisfied sound, and he was popping the front clasp of her bra, spreading the two sides open. He didn’t bother getting her tank past her shoulders, and she couldn’t think about it anymore, because his mouth was at her breast, his hand shoving her arm up over her head, closing around her upper arm to hold her there, and his other hand was grinding her thong into her again.
Too much stimulation. Too many places. Her hips started to move, and she was calling out. Which was when he moved down her body again, spread her wide open with his hands, and set his mouth to her through the silky material.
Suction. The unfamiliar abrasion of the fabric, the heat of his mouth. The absolute vulnerability of being held like that, of being in his grasp. And this time, he didn’t stop. Her back was arching until her upper body was rising up off the bed and she was calling out. The spasms took her hard, and she shook and jerked and shuddered.
And burned.
Evan was sure she was going to kill him. He was going to die right here. He worked her through the long, rolling orgasm, focused on drawing every single bit of it out of her, and when she was limp and shaking, he pulled her thong down in one big hurry, right over her feet. And then he got that tank off and yanked the bra over her arms so she was naked.
He could have been careful. Except he couldn’t. He was flipping her over, and she was drawing her knees up under her like she knew exactly what he wanted and couldn’t wait to give it to him. He had a hand in her hair again at the back of her neck, and the need pulling at him was nothing but savage.
“Birth control,” he got out with the last brain cell he possessed.
“Good,” she said into her hands, because she had her face pressed into them. “I’m good.”
He’d been unfastening his belt and unzipping as she said it, and it was all he needed to hear. He was over her, not gentle one bit, and then he was inside her.
Hot. Wet. So tight. He should have taken it slow, but he couldn’t. His hands were around her thighs again, and he was pulling her back, pulling her into him, stroking hard, driving deep. And she was going to come again. He could feel it. She was tightening, gasping, then keening, the pleasure too dark and hot to hold back.
One hand, then, going to help her out, because he needed more of that. Her face was pressed hard into the mattress, her palms beside her head, shoving off, her cries muffled. The deeper he went, the louder she got, and when she started to contract around him, she pulled the orgasm right out of his body. He was shouting, and she was nearly screaming, shaking and spasming and sweating.
Beth Schaefer. Getting fucked on her knees on his bed and loving it. And every single inch of her was his.
He’d have thought she’d have rolled over, afterwards, to look at him. But she didn’t. Her knees were still drawn up under her, and he could tell by her shudders that the aftershocks were still coursing through her, like it felt too good to stop.
He got his clothes off fast, and then he lay down beside her, rolled her so she was on her side, covered her breast with his hand, and kissed the side of her neck. A spot he hadn’t reacquainted himself with nearly well enough.
“Wow,” she said on a long, shuddering breath. “That wasn’t exactly how I pictured this first time going.”
He smiled against her neck, and then he kissed her again, and he did it well enough to get some more shivers out of her, not to mention a pretty damn nice hardening of that pretty pink nipple under his hand, too. So he did it some more.
He could stay in this bed all afternoon and love her up good, except he couldn’t. But he wasn’t jumping right up and leaving, either. He couldn’t. He kissed her neck again and said, “Maybe I could’ve done it better if you hadn’t teased me that hard. But probably not. You drive me too crazy.”
“Hmm.” She snuggled back closer like she was hoping he’d keep touching her, so he obliged. “I wouldn’t say you didn’t do it better,” she said on another sigh. “You did it great.”
He laughed, and heard the complete satisfaction in it. “Worked for me. But next time, we’ll play longer.”
“Could kill me.” It was a murmur.
“You aren’t the only one. So what was that all about? Who was that woman who showed up today? I don’t think I ever met her before.”
“Maybe I got impatient.” She stretched back against him. “When we were talking about you doing your best at everything yesterday, back there in the restroom, you know what I thought and didn’t say?”
“Nope. But sounds like something I want to hear.”
“I thought about how you loved me. Before. How you took your time, and you did everything so . . . so right. You could feel the way I liked it, and that’s what you did. Nobody else does that, do you realize?”
He was in two places at once. He was hating that she’d been comparison shopping, and he was loving that he’d done it right. “You saying you wanted my body?”
“You know I did. So if I pushed you a little, maybe I needed to see how much you wanted mine.”
“How’d I do?”
“I’d say you passed.” He could hear the smile in her voice, and he smiled, too. “So,” she said, “why did you put it off?Thatwas my real point here. There. Somewhere. By legal standards, I’m not doing too well.”
He held her closer. “I don’t remember putting it off. Seems to me I danced with you, I kissed you, and I felt you up good, too. If it had been up to me, I would’ve had your clothes off pretty damn fast that night. Somebody hauled her gorgeous ass back into that bar instead, and it wasn’t me.”
“What happened to that careful guy who never swears anymore? Maybe I liked him better.”
