Page 14 of Hot Response
But I had to set some ground rules first.
“You say stop, and we will.” She licked her lips, leaving them glossy and wet, silently beckoning me to press my own against them. “Do you understand, Evelyn? No hesitation or worries.” She nodded, but I shook my head. “I need the words, beautiful.”
“I understand,” she hoarsely rasped.
“Good.” My hand snaked out and grabbed her waist, pulling her flush up against me. Evie’s small but strong hand rested on my chest between us, clenching the fabric of my uniform.
My head dipped down, and the moment our lips touched, it felt like I was right where I was supposed to be. For good or bad, everything I had been through, all the highs and seriously deep, dark lows had led me to that moment. And for the first time, I didn’t feel guilty when I kissed a woman. Before, in the past, I had tried to avoid kissing in my random hookups. It had felt too intimate. Like I had somehow been cheating on Sara.
But kissing Evelyn was different.
It felt right.
My hands moved into the loose strand at the back of her hair, and I carefully pulled the tie out and felt the weight of her hair against my fingers. She sighed happily, pressing her body against mine like she couldn’t get enough.That makes two of us, baby girl.Her lips parted, and my tongue, with a mind of its own, delved into the wet heat of her mouth. We moaned, and I couldn’t help myself. My hands moved from holding her head down her torso and under her ass as I bent and lifted her up. Evie’s legs wrapped around me, and I carried us to the counter of her kitchen, carefully setting her down.
“You’re wearing too much,” she whimpered, and I pulled away.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warned, but my sweet, sexy little temptress just smiled at me.
“I’m pretty sure that’s a whole other first responder department,” she sassed.
“It is, huh?” I asked, smiling at her, loving our banter.
“Yeah.” She nodded while her fingers tugged at my uniform shirt that was still tucked in. “Please,” she asked too sweetly for her own good.
I was in fucking trouble.
I couldn’t see myself ever telling this beautiful creature in front of me no.
Immediately, I helped her tug the material out of my pants, her nimble fingers undid the buttons, and when she had me in nothing but the white tank I wore underneath, I could have sworn her eyes were almost all black, dilated fully as she stared at me.
“You’re like a painting.” She licked her lips.
“Hardly.” I chuckled breathlessly. Fucking hell, it had been a long time since I’d felt this way, since someone had touched me like she was. My eyes shut as her hand stroked my chest, and when I opened them, her attention was on my chest.
“Can I?” she asked, and now I was the one silently nodding, giving her permission without using my words. She pulled the tank top up and over. The moment she had it mid-chest, I helped her pull it off me completely. “Wow,” she whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
“Maybe we should take you back to the ER?” I muttered, a whisper away from her lips.
“Why?”
“You’re mixed up, baby girl. The beautiful one here is you, Evie,” I corrected as I leaned in closer, groaning at the feel of herhands on my skin. The tips of my fingers touched the hem of the shirt she had on, and before I could even ask, she was pulling away only to take it off in less than the blink of an eye. Leaving her topless.
“I, umm… is this?—“
“Perfect,” I cut her off.
My impulsive hands held her breasts, taking their weight and loving the feel of their heaviness before my thumbs flicked back and forth over the tightened peaks of her nipples. Evelyn tossed her head back and moaned, squirming against the counter, her legs pulling me closer to her. The sight of it was so fucking erotic it made me feral. I dipped my head down, dragging my lips over her chin down the column of her neck, and I didn’t stop my journey until I had one of those turgid nubs in my mouth.
I growled at the sweet and salty taste of her while my fingers made it a point to show the other side as much attention as possible. The taste of her skin was addictive, and I knew there was no way I could ever walk away. I had no idea what the hell I’d been thinking these last couple of weeks. Had I really thought I would be strong enough to resist her?
Her fingers dug into my hair, holding on, pressing me closer as the volume of her little squeals and moans grew. “Fuck,” I grunted, pulling away from her nipple with a pop and glancing up at her. “Jesus, baby girl. You’re perfect.”
“Ron,” she whimpered. I knew what she was going to say before she said it, and I was going to give her everything. “More,” she pleaded. I nodded, giving the other nipple the same attention before tugging the sweats and panties down her legs. Leaving her completely bare for me.
“Look at you, cupcake. So damn shiny and wet.” My jaw clenched at the sight of her. “This all for me, Evie?”
“Yes,” she answered almost breathlessly. I grinned.
