Page 44 of False Assumptions

His jaw worked as he watched her, his eyes glittering and focused on her face, drinking in her reactions. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she sank into her pleasure. Only his hand on her hip and the other between her legs kept her from collapsing as he spread her wetness around, tapping his fingers against her G-spot, his thumb running over her clit.

“Oh, God.” The words fell unbidden from her lips, and Evan’s expression grew more intense, his hand working harder.

“Oh. Ah. Nooo.” The last word came out on a low moan as he pulled his hand away. She’d been right there.

He gave her a wicked smirk and brought her mouth to his for a hard, fast kiss. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave you hanging. But I want to taste you this time.”

He wrapped his arms around her and lay back, pulling her with him, then rolled them over so he was on top. His jeans scraped against her bare thighs as he performed this maneuver, the warm cotton of his shirt rubbing her breasts, reminding her that he still hadn’t undressed.

She plucked at his shirt. “Take this off.”

One handed, he yanked it over his head, his abs flexing and rippling. Yum. She’d never been with a guy with a body like this. The English and drama majors that she normally spent time with didn’t work out like Evan did. One of the perks of being with a football player.

But before she could continue admiring his body, he slid down, leaving a hot trail of kisses across her abdomen until he settled himself between her thighs, his hands pushing her legs apart, making room for his broad shoulders. She watched his progress, the way his dark head dipped to place kisses over her bare skin. Spreading her open, his blue eyes found hers and held them as he lowered his mouth, his hot breath blocking the cool air.

She gasped when his tongue made contact, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her body. Her hands reached out, clutching at the sheets, seeking an anchor as he did it again and again, his tongue stroking her clit each time, spending time there before moving away. Pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

His fingers slid inside her once more, tapping in just the right place as his tongue danced over her clit, his lips wrapping around it and sucking it in.Oh, God. Oh, yes.Her hands spasmed on the sheets, all of her muscles jerking as she came.

God, that was so much better than any self-service orgasm.

She had to push Evan away, each stroke of his tongue on her over-sensitive flesh making her jerk and twitch. When he finally let up at her urging, he stood, a wide smile on his face glistening from her juices.

He wiped them away with one hand, then crawled up her body, nuzzling her neck, his breath hot as he whispered in her ear. “I could watch you come all day. Your little moans and cries of ‘Oh, God! Oh, yes!’ are good for my ego.”

Arching her neck to let him kiss her there more, she murmured, “I’m not sure your ego needs any help.”

When he stopped and pulled away, she opened her eyes to find his face hovering over hers, his smile gone. “With you, it definitely does.”

She drew in a breath, trying to figure out how to respond to that. The vulnerability on his face struck her, as well as the meaning of his words. He was uncertain where he stood with her. Evan Coopman. The definition of self-confidence, especially when it came to women. She’d never seen him insecure.

But before she could say anything, his mouth was back on her skin. Wanting to touch him, to offer him reassurance, she ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulders. Her body, still sated from the orgasm he’d given her, started to respond to his attention again. She pushed her hips up against his, letting out a sound of irritation when she once again encountered denim.

“Why aren’t you naked yet?”

He met her eyes again, his grin back in place. “Just waiting for you to ask.”

Evan didn’t think he could get his pants off fast enough. He’d left them on this long on purpose. Not because he wanted to make her ask to take his clothes off like he said. No, it was so he could try to stay in control longer than last time. He needed to make sure she came before he did. At least once. Twice if he could make it happen.

He’d fulfilled the first goal. But the second time she came, he wanted to feel her clenching on his cock, not his fingers.

Shoving his jeans and boxers off together, he pulled out his wallet to get a condom.

Slim fingers wrapped around his cock, and his knees went weak as she pumped him, his hand holding the condom frozen halfway to his mouth to rip it open. She knelt on the bed, looking up at him, her eyes wide and dark, her lips parted, pink and shining from his kisses.

God, he wanted her.

But he didn’t want to stop her from looking her fill, getting off on the way her eyes dragged over him with appreciation, the fingers of her free hand almost tickling as they traced over the ridges of his muscles. His cock jumped in her hand as she drew her fingers down the crease at his hip until they fondled his balls. Her pink tongue came out to lick her lips, and he let out an involuntary groan.

Her eyes flicked up to his, and a slight smile played over her lips before she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the head of his cock. His groan was louder this time as her mouth engulfed him, and he closed his eyes at the pleasure she created with her lips and tongue.

When she started to bob her head up and down he pulled back, his dick coming out from the suction of her mouth with a pop, shiny with her saliva. Christ. She’d be the death of him. He shook his head. “We’ll have to save that for later. I want inside you right now.”

He tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth as he’d intended to before she started touching him. But before he could roll it on, she plucked it out of the package and did it herself, her hands gripping his cock on the way down.

“Fuck me, that’s hot.”

Not wanting to wait any longer, his desire for her overpowering every other thought in his head, he pushed her back on the bed, his mouth on hers, his hand pulling one of her legs up and back, opening her to him. He forced himself to go slow instead of plunging into her in one hard thrust like he really wanted to. But he knew if he gave into the urge to pound her, he’d finish in less than a minute.

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