His arm swept down under her ass and lifted her. She clung haphazardly as he carried her into the bedroom, not wanting to let go even when he tossed her back on the bed. She writhed, rubbing her thighs together, watching him stare down at her for what seemed an endless moment. He was completely silhouetted in the light from the living room, but she imagined he could see her well enough. It wasn’t fair.

“What?” she demanded.

“Nothing.”

She’d never wanted to be naked more in her entire life, and she couldn’t wait on him to get her that way. When she sat up to strip her slinky blouse off over her head, he grabbed it first and gave it a fling across the room. It was a struggle to kick off her clinging pants, and he had to help her with that, too, freeing her bare legs from the damp material.

All strength fled then in the aching rush that flooded her and she collapsed on the mattress, trying to wrestle back control of her breathing. He crawled over her and hooked his fingers in her panties. His eyes caught a glint of the dim light as he stripped the delicate fabric down her bare legs, nearly ripping it.

Oh, Jesus, was this happening? She’d had this dream so many times in the past month, sometimes so vivid she could swear it was real until she woke in her bed sweating and aching and alone. But this Evan wasn’t going to disappear into the darkness of her bedroom. This was real.

“My God,” he murmured, and she covered her face with her hands and sobbed in pleasure and mortification as he caught the back of her knee in one hand and pushed her legs open so wide her muscles trembled. “I just have to…” he whispered, then he dipped his dark head, and the soft, damp warmth of his mouth covered her. His tongue lined her, licked deeper at her moisture, flickered over her clit.

Panic ripped through her and the room spun. She pulled her hands away to make a grab for his hair, but on direct orders from her heart, twisted the bed’s comforter in her fists instead. Let him! Oh, God, let him…

She thought she would die from the warmth of his breath on her burning flesh. It was almost a relief when he kissed and licked a trail up her belly, keeping her legs held open wide. He paused to circle her belly ring with his tongue then to nuzzle the silk of her bra and lock his lips around each nipple in turn through the fabric on his pathway up to her mouth.

She absorbed his weight greedily and feasted on his lips. He tasted of tangy margaritas and her, so slick and delicious. He tugged her upward long enough to relieve her of her soggy bra, which hit the wall with a wet slap. She fumbled with the button on his pants, but her hands were shaking violently against his taut stomach muscles and her fingers felt thick, much like the rest of her body. Evan’s hands joined hers, steady and sure and urgent, tugging and pushing until a moment later his rigid length sprang into her hand.

Kelsey stroked the steely silken smoothness of him, and he uttered a gruff sound that evoked a purely feminine response from her own lips. He was big. She’d known that from touching him before. Her eyes had adjusted and the little light there was showed her he was beautiful, as she’d also known he would be. She looked down to watch her hand smooth over his cock, her thumb rubbing the slit in the head, collecting the pearl of liquid that had formed there. He let her play, his breathing labored, until she felt his fingers thrust inside her. She arched back on the bed, releasing him to clutch his biceps as he dragged his fingers from her and spread her wetness over her clit.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

The endearment curled warmly through her senses, intimate and unfamiliar coming from him. But they were three thousand miles away from familiar. “Yes.” Her hands skated feverishly over his shoulders as she imagined him riding her to an ecstasy she’d never before attained. If anyone could give that to her, it was him. “But are you ready for me?”

He chuckled as his fingers slid in and out again, thickly glazed with her need. “You like throwing down challenges, don’t you?”

Oh, damn him. She moaned and tossed her head on the mattress, raising one leg to brush against his side, to give him better access. “I just want you. Don’t make me wait anymore. Please, Evan, now…”

He released her only to seize her wrists in both his hands and slam them back on the bed, shifting above her to position himself and attacking her lips with his own. She sprawled wider for him, feeling ten pounds heavier in her lower belly, liquid with her want. The thick head of his c**k teased her opening, and she squirmed, trying to force it deeper, trying to impale herself.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“I don’t want it easy. Inside me, I need you inside—”

He listened. He plunged directly into that molten center, and a shockwave pulsed through her body though she’d accepted only half his length.

“Evan!”

He groaned in her ear, retreating and reclaiming, going deeper until he lodged against her cervix. She struggled to accommodate him, wrapping her legs around his hips, needing all of him, the simultaneous pleasure and pain slaying her. It had been too long. Tears streamed from her eyes.

“God, Kelsey, you’re killing me here.”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…ohhh…”

“No, sugar. I couldn’t if I wanted to.” So wet and slick and tight inside her. His long, slow slides in and out of her body set off sparks, like Fourth of July fireworks grazing her flesh.

She was nearly hyperventilating. “Faster.”

“Oh, yes,” he groaned, his voice shaking. His fingers twined through hers, still pinning her hands in place, and he set a merciless rhythm that drove her into the stratosphere. Her pu**y adjusted to the overwhelming stretch and accepted him greedily. The silence of the bedroom was broken by the wet sounds of their joining and their rapid breathing, and she found herself drawing as much excitement from his pleasure as her own.

“I want to touch you—” she sobbed.

“Only after I make you come so hard you scream my name. And you will.” That purred oath alone nearly drove her over. It was the same voice that had made her spew coffee at her office two weeks ago, so deep and seductive, like dusky velvet. “You scream it as loud as you want this time.”

Her tears were still flowing in earnest. He smeared the trail with his lips, his breath warm and panting against her cheek. She had asked for this, and he was giving it to her, but terror churned through her middle. The sparks were igniting. She didn’t know what would be left of her heart once the explosion was over.

Every inch of her was alive in a way she couldn’t recall ever having experienced. She’d never been so enflamed, so wet. She loved how he felt inside her, thick and overpowering…… The swaying of her br**sts as he pushed into her again and again was almost like a physical caress to their aching weight. She arched upward so her ni**les would graze his dark smattering of chest hair. But when he raised his head to look at her, she had to turn away—his regard for her was too intense, too powerful.

“Kelsey.” He whispered her name so sweetly she whimpered. “You’re perfect. Don’t close up on me now, sweetheart, let me see you.”

She turned her head back to find him staring down into her eyes. The expression she saw there made her heart trip over itself. He looked at her as if he were trying to get inside her soul as surely as he was inside her body. She knew her own gaze was simply desperate, pleading.