The Chase (18 page)

But when he moved to her other foot, he lifted it in a way that pulled her legs a little apart, and Kendall drew in a sharp breath. But Evan ignored her reaction and repeated his movements on the second foot, shifting his knee in between her legs, forcing her leg up against his erection as he massaged. Then he leaned forward and sucked her toe, the cute one next to her big toe.

Kendall jumped. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just playing.” He pulled it in his mouth again, getting it nice and slick. He’d never really done that before, but it had been right in front of him and it had seemed like yet another way to tease, to stroke up and down, get her wet, while her legs were spread and her clit was pressing into the bed, her inner thighs aching.

She didn’t resist, which he took as a good sign. Pulling back, he trailed his tongue down the back of her calf, up and down, leaving a damp path that he used to follow with his finger, going up and down to the back of her knee until she shivered. When her hips wiggled a little, Evan gave in to her silent request and moved his thumbs to inner thighs. But instead of pushing inside her, he just massaged up and down, up and down, on either side of her glistening opening. The sight of her damp desire had his mouth thick and salivating, but he was intent on making this last all night, long after room service showed up. Way into the dark, quiet hours of the night, when Kendall was so hot and ready and turned on, she was insensible. Crazy with want.

That’s what he wanted. To take her to a place where she would agree to anything, a place she would never forget, with him, the man who had been her first, and should have been her last.

“Evan,” she said, her voice a warning.

“What?”

“You’re being cruel.”

But her breathless excitement told him she didn’t really mind.

“Don’t always be in such a hurry. Just enjoy it.”

“I like speed. So do you.”

“On the track.” Evan slipped the tip of his index finger inside her and hooked it, just giving a small back-and-forth tickle inside her. “But not in bed. Not with you.”

“There’s slow, and then there’s just torture. This is in the torture category.”

When she used her elbows to leverage herself and raise her hips to try and drive his finger deeper inside her, Evan took his palm and pushed her ass flat onto the bed and held her in place. “I don’t think so.”

She was growing wetter by the second, even as she let out a sound of frustration, and Evan was rock hard watching her, feeling her, enticing her. He wanted out of his jeans but he wasn’t about to stop and take the time for that. This was about her.

Finally giving her what they both wanted, he moved his finger fully inside her and stroked. While he still held her down, it made for a tight, hot passage, and Evan added a second finger to the first, enjoying the reaction she gave him. Her hands snaked up to the headboard and she gripped it tightly. Her shirt was bunched up at her shoulders, her hair covering her upper back and sliding across her cheek. Her eyes were closed, teeth on her lip again, and she was still trying to move, still trying to buck her hips and force a faster rhythm between them, but he held her firm. She was sexy and amazing and so damn dripping wet.

Backing out, he trailed her own moisture all over her inner thighs and her perfect little tight ass.

“Oh, my God, you’re just a horrible man . . .”

Any further protests she was about to give were lost in a moan when he lifted her hips and buried his face between her thighs, flicking his tongue across her slowly and with a great deal of exploration.

“You taste delicious,” he told her.

“Oh, damn” was her response, before she buried her face in the pillow.

Evan tugged her clit into his mouth and pulled it, enjoying the way she jerked, her thighs squeezing around him. Then he went back in with his tongue, licking and tasting and pleasing both of them with every long stroke.

“I’m going to come,” she told him, panting heavily.

He pulled back. “No, baby, not yet.”

“Yes. Now.”

She was wiggling in front of him so enticingly that Evan almost gave in, but the knock on the door stopped him.

“Room service.” He ran his hand across her ass, then pushed her back down onto the bed. He yanked the covers out from under her and pulled them over her up to her shoulders.

As he climbed off the bed, adjusting his erection to somewhat hide it, Kendall smacked the pillow in frustration. “Just send them away. Who cares about the food?”

He didn’t really care about it either at the moment, but they might regret it later. “It’s already here. Just lie there and look cute. I’ll get it.”

Her answer was to flip him her middle finger. Evan laughed as he wiped her sweetness off his lips. “Charming.”

By handing him a twenty, Evan managed to convince the waiter to just pass the cart over to him instead of coming into the room. “I got it, thanks.”

There was a moment’s hesitation in which the older man glanced into the room, but then he seemed to figure out the score. “Sure, no problem. Enjoy.” The took the cash, winked at Evan, and left.

“Are you hungry?” He maneuvered the rolling cart into the room and pulled the top off of a tray. “Looks good.” Picking up a fry he was about to pop into his mouth, he glanced up.

And promptly forgot all about the fry. Kendall had kicked off the covers and turned onto her back. Which gave him a perfect view of her legs apart and her fingers between them, stroking herself, a finger deep inside her wetness.

“Holy shit.”

“You’d better get over here,” she told her, her back arching, making the display even more erotic. “Or I’ll come without you.”

“You are so fucking hot.” Evan tossed down the French fry and strode to the bed, undoing his jeans as he went.

She had totally turned the tables on him, and damn, he had to respect and appreciate that.

“Let me help you with that.” Putting a knee on either side of her thighs, Evan slipped his finger in alongside her own.

“Oh, damn.” Her eyes rolled back.

He knew the feeling. Having her finger alongside his, in all that tight slickness, had him gritting his teeth. He followed her rhythm. When she sped up, her breath getting more and more frantic, he sped up with her. When she got too excited and slowed it down, he followed.

And when she used her other hand to push on the swollen button above, Evan did the same, so that when she came, hard, her body exploding, they were both in her and on her, sharing the hot, hurtling outcome.

“You’re a dirty bastard for doing that to me,” she said, her eyes glassy, her words breathy and soft.

Evan grinned. “A dirty bastard for making you come? That seems a little paradoxical.”

“Five-dollar word. Impressive. I have no brain left.” Kendall closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, her breasts half-covered with her bunched shirt.

“Just enough to still be a smart-ass.” Evan stroked over her clitoris again. “And you have big hair. Can’t expect to have brains, too.”

She slapped at his hand. “Now who’s being charming? Get off me, you’ll kill me.”

“Killed with kindness. Here lies Kendall Holbrook.”

“Speaking of ass.”

“Were we speaking of ass?” Evan debated bending over and sucking one of her nipples, just to see her reaction. Besides, they were firm and clearly begging for his attention.

“Show me yours. Take off your jeans.”

“I’ll take off my jeans, but I’m not some boy toy. Just so you know.”

Her eyes popped open, her mouth pulling up at the corner. “For tonight, you’ll be whatever I say you are.”

What he wanted to be was her boyfriend, which was so lame and stupid and high school that he almost threw up in his own mouth at his schmaltziness. There was no way in hell he was sharing that little sentiment with her.

“Use me and abuse me, baby.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

Which totally one hundred percent turned him on.

Evan reached for his zipper.

KENDALL
was going to claim later that it was the aftereffects of sleep deprivation that had her impatiently reaching out and ripping Evan’s jeans down his thighs as she embraced her inner dominatrix. It was like the walls that surrounded her self-control had been shattered by Red Bull and a lack of REM sleep, because she was shocking even herself. Yet in a really, really good way.

She was so aroused it was unbelievable. It was like Evan had turned her fierce with all that teasing massaging, because she wasn’t normally like this. Given the look on his face, though, and the way his erection sprung out of his boxers, it was damn clear he appreciated her determination.

“Don’t you want to eat your dinner?” he asked.

“I’m looking at it.” And she flicked her tongue across his cock, amazed that she had actually said that out loud.

“Oh, fuck, Kendall.”

That was the plan. She covered him with her mouth, riding up and down his shaft with her slick saliva, loving the way he suddenly gripped her shoulders and helped her create a sharp, pumping rhythm. It seemed her fierceness was driving his.

He had played slow. She wanted fast. So gripping her left hand under his testicles, she cupped them, earning a nice low moan. Then with her right hand, she squeezed at the base of his shaft, her mouth taking him nice and deep before pulling back over and over.

It was a serious turn-on to be on her knees, inner thighs still wet and aching from his stroking and sucking her, and to have him losing control as she stroked and sucked him. She was never quite this wild, quite this into it, and she had never let a man finish in her mouth, but here, in this dark hotel room a million miles from Charlotte, with the first man she’d given her heart to, she wanted all of it. She wanted it fast and furious, slow and sensual, to be at his mercy and to have him at hers. To lose control together again. After he lost it right now.

“Kendall. Oh, damn, slow down. You need to stop.”

As if.

She didn’t break rhythm at all, and Evan tried to pull back, but she just followed him, keeping her mouth solidly on his erection.

“I’m going to . . .”

Then he did, his hands grabbing wildly on to her head as he exploded in her mouth. Kendall closed her eyes and enjoyed the satisfaction of knowing she had done that to him, and that quickly. Swallowing, she slowly stopped stroking as he shuddered. When she pulled all the way back, she glanced up at him and smiled. “Mmm.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“Yeah? I hope you liked it.” Kendall lay back down, lounging across the bed, relaxed and feeling like the proverbial cat who ate the cream.

Evan was still on his knees in front of her, jeans flopping open, chest heaving up and down, looking a little stunned as he ran his fingers through his hair. It was a good look for him, or at least one she enjoyed.

“I don’t even have words to describe how much I liked that. You are crazy sexy.”

Crazy sexy. She liked that.

Kendall tugged her T-shirt down since it was lumping under her back, and looked up at Evan. Her feelings for him were confused, jumbled. Sometimes she looked at him and didn’t know who she was seeing—the boy she had loved, the man she had hated, or the man who was that boy grown up.

Their new relationship had no real parameters, no guidelines. They knew each other, yet didn’t. They had a past, but never talked about a future.

But at the moment, it didn’t matter to Kendall. What mattered was just enjoying herself, relaxing and having fantastic sex with the man who could make her laugh.

“Why, thank you.” She crawled up onto all fours and moved to the end of the bed. “And I think I’m going to actually eat my burger.”

Evan blinked, but he still didn’t move. “Good call.”

Amused, Kendall grabbed a French fry and moved it to his lips. “Hungry?”

He bit it so hard and unexpectedly that she screeched and jumped backwards. Snapped out of his haze, Evan grinned as he chewed. “Very hungry.”

“You’re a punk.”

“Thank you.”

“Where are my panties?” Kendall glanced around. “I can’t eat without underwear.”

“That’s the weirdest statement you’ve ever made, and you’ve said some weird-ass things in the past.”

“What?” She spotted them on the floor and leaned over, trying to snatch them up without falling off the bed. “It’s just strange to me to be eating without underwear. It’s like peeing standing up. Just something I never do.”

He startled her again by smacking her backside, which she realized was probably a stone’s throw from his face.

“Whatever works for you, Jay.”

“Stop calling me that stupid nickname.” Though she had to say, she was already used to it. There was something about an endearment from Evan, crass and sexist though it might be, that made her melt just a teeny-weeny bit.

It was a little bit pathetic.

As was the way she enjoyed curling up on the bed with him, as they chowed down on their dinners and watched Shark Week episodes on the Discovery Channel. As she trailed her fries through a thick pile of ketchup, she watched great white sharks trolling for seal pups.

“You’ve got to admire their speed,” Evan said as he pulled the bacon out of his sandwich and ate it solo. “Its like that poor seal is just hanging out there looking for fish and then bam! He gets shot up five feet in the air when that shark nails him at full blast.”

Unlike her, who had put her clothes back on to eat, Evan had actually stripped his jeans off, and was half-sitting, half-lying in nothing but his boxers, his club sandwich hovering in front of his mouth.

This was so ordinary. So something two people in a relationship would do. Sit around their hotel room watching TV.

“It’s definitely a good strategy on the shark’s part. They come so fast, the seal can’t react.”