Page 52 of Dopplebanger

An involuntary whimper came out when he skirted it across the tiny waistband of my thong. The smug twist of his mouth told me he knew exactly how revved up I was.

Two could play at that game. I pushed his suit coat off his shoulders, binding his arms. My chest bumped his as I pressedan open-mouth kiss on his neck. He jerked, trying to reach for me, which only tightened the fabric restraints at his elbows.

A growl emanated from his throat as he tugged free, flinging his suit coat aside.

The predatory gleam in his eye sent bursts of heat through my veins. I took a step back and he took a step toward me. When he reached for me, I batted his hand away, denying the touch I desperately needed. “You have to catch up first,” I said, even as my body protested, the ache between my thighs going from dull throb to all-encompassing. “No touching until you’re at least shirtless.”

With laser focus, he watched me undo his tie and each button on his shirt. He gave a relieved yet tortured sigh as I parted the fabric and slipped my hands inside, eager to get my fingers on all those tempting muscles and tantalizing skin. I skimmed my hands up his taught abdomen to his firm pecs, taking my time to memorize the feel of them, of that line of his collarbone. Of the tick in his jaw that spoke to how hard he was struggling to hold himself back. Of him.

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and the instant it hit the ground, his mouth crashed down on mine, the kiss equal parts passion and punishment.

“I didn’t get a good enough look at you yet,” I said against his lips, but he didn’t relent, walking me backward until I hit the fence.

He wrapped both of my wrists in one of his hands and pinned them up over my head. I wiggled against him, disliking being unable to touch him almost as much as I loved being the manacled one.

With his free arm, he reached around and unhooked my bra.

Then he slowly, deliberately, raked his gaze over me, making it clear that he was the one in control now. “Holy shit, woman.”The pad of his thumb flicked across one of my hardened nipples. “You’re the definition of perfection.”

A whimper escaped, and his pupils dilated, overtaking the blue.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He dipped his head and sucked one of my breasts into his mouth. A hundred euphoric sensations coursed through my body at once, all racing down to my center until I was sure I was going to spontaneously combust. He gave me about half a second to recover before moving to the other side and working me up all over again.

His lips skimmed across my collarbone and he placed a kiss on my neck before resting his forehead on my shoulder.“Fuck.”I could feel every tense line of his body, his muscles coiled so tightly I worried they’d snap.

“Gwen…” I knew that tone. It came right before the kissing and goodness came to a screeching halt. “I need to tell you something.”

I arched against him, doing my best to appease the pulsing bundle of nerves begging for release. “No you don’t. Not right now. Later you can tell me all the things, but I don’t think I can take one more time of you pulling away. All I need to know is one thing…” I gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging his head back so he’d look me in the eye. “Do you want me?”

“I want you so bad I can hardly fucking stand it.”

“Then stop holding back,” I said, the same plea I’d given in the photo booth. Maybe I should’ve used more discretion inside of there, but now we were alone, a fence between us and the rest of the world. “I want this. Ineedthis.”

TWENTY-FIVE

Begging wasn’t usually my M.O., but he’d taken me from want territory to desperate need territory and I was about to explode. Who knew you could even get so close to coming from nipple play?

Evan dropped to his knees and everything inside of me whooshed up, up, up, like that moment in a carnival ride before the drop. Only this was anticipation, not fear.

This ridiculously hot guy was on his knees in front of me, and I’d never felt more powerful or sexy in my life.

He curled his fingers into the waistband of my thong, roughly jerked it down, and then his mouth was on me, and “Oh. My…Uhnnn.”

I drove my fingers into his hair, scraping my nails over his scalp as his tongue roved over me, awakening a depraved part of me that thirsted for more. It’d never taken over so quickly or so fully to where I didn’t worry about the fact that he was seeing me so very naked, and I didn’t bother holding back any of the gratified sounds emanating from my lips.

If I moaned louder, he took note, focusing on that spot until I was right on the verge of coming undone. Then he’d back off andlavish attention on another spot that made me moan and writhe and forget if I evenhada name, much less what it was.

“So fucking hot,” he said, and my lower muscles tensed, bracing for what was about to come. “Tell me something.” The combination of soft lips and scruff against my clit sent the world spinning faster and faster. “Have you been this wet for me this whole time?”

A shallow breath escaped, the last of my oxygen along with it. “Pretty much every day on the road trip, yeah.”

He gave one long lick that felt like the best reward I’d ever received in my life—screw gold stars. This was what I wanted from here on out.

I moved my hands back to his hair. “I should punish you for making me wait so long.”

“Trust me, baby, it was as hard for me as it was for you.”

“I plan on seeing exactly how hard you are in a second.”

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