Page 74 of Cowboy of Convenience
Evelyn's eyes lifted to meet his. "Anything else on that list?"
"Probably." He'd already forgotten the first two items, so coming up with the rest was not happening. Hell, he’d be lucky if he kept breathing looking at how fucking sexy she was on her knees.
Evelyn dabbed the towel against his shins and feet before setting it on the edge of the tub. "Maybe it's not a bad idea to wait for babies." The tips of her fingers dragged from his ankles to his thighs. "I like the idea of not having to share you for a little while." She leaned in, lips sliding over him without warning, hot mouth hungrily swallowing him down.
Gripping her hair, his fingers twisted into the thick strands as her lips sank over him. The wet warmth of her mouth was almost as consuming as the sight of her full lips stretched around him. Her dark eyes lifted to meet his as she pulled back and took him in again.
He needed to look away from her, had to find some way to preserve what little control he had left, but there was no severing the tie locking his gaze on hers. Like every other time he’d tried to put distance between them, he failed.
“Fuck, you look good on your knees for me, Ev.” He clenched his jaw, fighting against the urge to come. “Show me how much you can take.”
The suction of her mouth was perfect as she took him into her throat and when she pulled back and flicked her tongue against the underside of his head he nearly spilled down against her tongue.
Which wasn't a promising sign.
Grady used his hold on her hair to drag Evelyn free. The wicked smile she gave him tempted him to fill her mouth again. Take just a little more of what she was so willing to give. But that would be a slippery slope. One he was almost guaranteed to slide right down.
So he jerked his chin toward the bedroom. "Go."
Evelyn stood, one finger coming to wipe along the side of her mouth. "Bossy, bossy."
He nodded. "That's right, now get your ass in my bed, wife."
Evelyn moved closer, one hand reaching out to cup his balls in a gentle squeeze. "Don't keep me waiting, husband."
Fucking hell. Last night she'd been so hesitant. Almost seeming scared. Tonight’s Evelyn was a whole different woman. One who was testing the hell out of his limits.
Grady took a deep breath, raking one hand through his hair before following behind her, relieved when she didn't crawl across the mattress to tease him with a full view of her flushed pussy. Because he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.
And tonight needed to be perfect. A night worth remembering. And it would be hard as hell to recollect ten point three seconds.
He watched as she pulled back the cover and laid down, her long body stretched out across his sheets.
Evelyn cocked a brow at him. "Are you coming?"
"Yup." Hopefully not too quickly.
Grady crawled over her, dragging his nose and lips up her body as he went. He reached her thighs, planning to make a little detour, but Evelyn slipped her hand over the object of his interest. When he lifted his eyes to hers, she shook her head and gave him another of those wicked smiles. "Come up here."
Shit. His intention of warming her up to the point she'd only need a little bit to send her over was cut off at the knees.
"Seems like you might have another plan, Sweetheart." He shifted higher, lining his body with hers. "Mind filling me in on what it is?"
Evelyn twisted her lips to the side, one eye squinting like she was thinking it over. She shook her head. "No. I don't think so."
"Well, that's no—"
Suddenly, she hooked a leg around his, locking tight as she pushed, rolling them across the mattress and reversing their positions. Her long hair draped across his face, tickling against his skin as she cackled victoriously. "Keeping the element of surprise was a smart choice." Evelyn pressed her hands to the center of his chest, using them to raise her upper body away from his. "I don't want you hitting the brakes on me again."
He was screwed now. Being the one in control, he might've had a chance. But lying here, watching Evelyn fuck him, would be one hell of a test. And chances were good he was going to fail it.
Evelyn didn't seem to care. His new wife looked happy as a clam as she reached for the nightstand, digging through his upper drawer before coming back with a condom. She tore it open, tossing the wrapper away before leaning back to carefully slide it into place. "If we’re not planning on making any little Gradys soon, maybe I should get on the pill." Her eyes lifted to his. "Because I think I want to feel what it's like when you come inside me."
Grady gritted his teeth. "Sweetheart, you can either talk or you can be on top, but you can't do both." Watching her move over him was going to be hell, but if Evelyn thought she was gonna bring that dirty mouth into things, then she would have to think again.
Evelyn leaned forward, planting her palms in the center of his chest again. "What's the matter, husband? It seemed like you liked dirty talk." She rocked forward, rolling her hips before arching her back in a move that lined the head of his cock into place. "Does that mean you don't want me to tell you how good you feel inside me?" She bore down, working herself onto him as her eyes rolled closed. "Because you fill me up so fucking well."
Grady pressed his palm over her mouth, sealing off any more words she might try to say. “Wife, I need you to shut up.” He couldn’t see it, but still felt Evelyn’s smile against his skin, and that was almost as bad.
