Page 62 of Sweet Revenge
Sliding her hands down his neck, she pushed at the lapels of his jacket, easing it off his shoulders and arms and onto the floor. He deepened the kiss then, his hands gliding up her back as his tongue swept against hers. She broke it momentarily so he could lift her shirt off, then pulled him in again, hungry for him.
When his hands palmed her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of her bra, she groaned against his lips. Her fingers trembled as she tugged his shirt free, undoing the long line of buttons until she revealed the smooth, hard plane of his chest.
She ran her fingernails across him lightly, catching his nipple and eliciting a groan that made her smile. He ducked his head, sucking her nipple between his lips through her bra, and she dropped her head back with a needy sigh.
When he backed her toward one of the overstuffed chairs that flanked the fireplace, she turned, pushing him into it instead and dropping to her knees between his legs. She watched his light blue eyes go sapphire as she slid her hands up his thighs, brushing her fingertips over the hard length of his cock, making his hips jerk.
She watched him while she undid his belt and the button of his pants, tugging down the zipper. When her fingers wrapped around his shaft, he groaned, and when she swirled her tongue around his tip, his hands gripped the armrests of the chair so hard she thought he might break them.
She worked him with her mouth, using her tongue and fingers to lick and squeeze. When she pulled back to nibble his tip, he rocked his hips, pushing his shaft into her mouth with a groan.
“Evie,” he panted, reaching out to fist his hand in her hair as he slowly pumped in and out of her mouth.
When he could resist her no longer, he pulled her up, kissing her roughly, his teeth scraping across her lower lip. Evie helped him work her leggings down over her hips and off, straddling him while he unhooked her bra and captured her nipple between his teeth.
She hissed, raking her nails across his shoulders. Reaching down between them to grip his shaft, she stroked him before guiding him inside her and sinking down onto his length with a groan.
The slow pace was torture, but the sensations that rippled through her with each deliberate thrust were addictive. When he moved his hands to her hips in an effort to quicken their pace, she held them trapped against her thighs and rode him slow and deep, grinding her hips against his.
She guided his hand to her clit, gasping when he circled his finger around it. She moved faster, urgently, desperate for her own release as his fingers pressed, pinched, teased her clit.
When he leaned forward to suck her nipple into his mouth again, his hand gripping her thigh, she came undone in his arms, body shuddering against his as he followed her over the edge. Collapsing against him, she pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, breath ragged.
“You just keep getting better and better,” he murmured against her ear, making her laugh. He twirled a curl around his finger while his hand lazily stroked up and down her back. “Tell me how many places you’ve lived and which one was your favorite.”
His words wrapped around her heart and squeezed at the wall she’d built there, exposing a crack. When she answered, the tiniest bit of hope slithered through and took root. Maybe Cait was right after all, and things could be different this time.
ChapterThirty
“And he wants to renegotiate his rate.”
Declan turned from the window to look at Finn, who was stretched out in one of the chairs that faced his desk.
“Renegotiate it to what?”
“Three fifty each.”
Declan laughed, tossing the stress ball he held from one hand to the other. “He’s insane. I could call up two guys right now and get a better deal than that. And a faster turnaround time too.”
“That’s what I told him,” Finn replied. “He didn’t back down, though. Seemed to think he had the upper hand and could sell to someone else in the city if he wanted to.”
“He’ll find out the hard way that isn’t true.”
“And when he does?”
“I guess he’ll be up shit’s creek trying to offload his weapons to someone else. I’m not interested in being blackmailed. Contact Erickson. See what kind of product he’s moving these days.”
“Last I heard, he’d moved on to heavy machinery and preferred to work in the Middle East. What about Michaels?”
“Yeah. And Gregor. Cover all our bases.”
“You hear that Aisling Donahue is being promoted to detective?”
Declan grinned, dropping into the chair next to Finn’s. “I did. Be nice to have another detective in the family. I’m sure her mother will throw some kind of party. I’d send Aidan, but he’s likely to put his dick somewhere it doesn’t belong. Maybe I’ll make an appearance.”
“You should take Evie.”
Declan eyed his brother. “Not you too.”
