He arched a brow. “A report? What type of report?”
Evelyn had given him a bullshit answer, and now she had to lie. “I do have to justify my job, Gray. I’m not following you around the country like some track groupie, you know.”
“You aren’t? Now I’m disappointed.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’ll have to live with it.”
He stood and followed her as she made her way to the door.
She wished she didn’t like him so much. But things between them had been great.
She had thought this job assignment was going to be difficult, that he’d be angry and defensive because of his father. They’d gotten off to a rough start, but after that he’d made it easy for her—much easier than she’d anticipated. Plus, he was smoking-hot sexy, the sport intrigued her, and she learned about new facets of Gray every day.
And the way he touched her brought out responses in her body she didn’t know she could have.
She inhaled, let it out, more reluctant to leave with every step she took toward the door. She paused at the steps and turned to him.
She could tell from the way he looked at her that he read her hesitation. In Washington, your face and body language could give away all your secrets. She’d always kept herself guarded. With Gray it was impossible, because he relaxed her and those walls came crashing down.
Which made him dangerous. “Thank you for letting me stay for dinner.”
He cracked an easy smile. “I should be the one thanking you. You cooked for me and saved me from having to go out to eat.”
“Anytime. I enjoyed it.”
She started to turn away, but he slid his hand into hers. “Are you sure you want to leave?”
No. She didn’t want to go. Just the touch of his hand in hers sent her body spiraling off-kilter. Someone should bottle the kind of sparks his touch set off. It could power an entire city.
“I don’t know how to answer that question.”
“It’s an easy enough question, Evelyn. You either want to go, or you don’t.”
“I should go.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Why should you go?”
“Because it would be inappropriate for us to have a relationship.”
He laughed. “We’re not having a relationship. We’re just having sex. I don’t think either of us wants to get involved. I know I don’t. I have way too much going on in my life to think about settling down with a woman. And you’re going to be President of the United States someday, so you don’t want some auto racer for a boyfriend.”
She couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out. “Well, thanks for thinking so highly of me. But you’re right. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“Great. Now that we’ve settled on what we both don’t want, why don’t you relax and stay? I want to fuck you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“I think you thought about racing all day.”
“I can handle driving my car and thinking about being inside you at the same time.”
There were no artful discussions with Gray, no beating around the bush as far as his intentions went. His blunt honesty caused heat to settle low in her belly, and all her reservations about him—about them—disappeared. “Okay. Why don’t I stay?”
He grabbed her purse and her keys and threw them on the counter, then backed her up against the wall and slid his fingers in her hair.
“Always give in to your instincts, Evelyn. They’ll never steer you wrong.”
She wasn’t sure she agreed with him on that, but then he put his mouth on hers and kissed her—deeply—and she lost all logical thought as passion took over.
That was the one thing Gray gave her that so many men before him hadn’t—a deep, natural passion that never failed to stoke the fires of her hunger. He grabbed her ass and drew her against the hard ridge of his erection. She loved how fast he got hard, the fact he wanted her with such a desperate need that he groaned against her lips as he rocked against her, deepening the kiss until her limbs felt heavy and she fought for breath. And when he angled her head to the side to press his lips to her throat, her nipples tightened, her pussy damp with arousal and pulsing with anticipation.
She’d always been normally sexual, had always enjoyed the act, but it hadn’t been all-consuming to her. She could do fine with it, and equally fine going long periods without it. After all, that’s what vibrators were for.
Since meeting Gray, she’d thought about sex a lot, possibly because he was so damn good at it. His hands were masterful, and when he popped the button on her jeans, drew the zipper down, and slid his hand inside to cup her sex, she let out a soft cry.
“You’re wet.”
“Yes. What are you going to do about that?”
“I’m going to make you come, but goddamn, these pants are tight. You need to start wearing dresses,” he whispered against her ear. “So I can lift them up and fuck you when I’m in a hurry.”
She turned to meet his gaze. “Are you in a hurry?”
He rocked his hard-on against her hip. “When I’m around you, all I think about is being inside you. So yes, I’m in a fucking hurry, and you’re wearing pants that are cutting off the circulation in my hand. You’re killing me here, Evelyn.”
It was nice knowing he was as tormented as she was. She kicked off her sandals and he kneeled, cussing while he struggled to get her jeans down her legs.
She stifled a laugh. “Sorry. I’ll try not to wear tight jeans next time.”
“They do make your ass look great,” he said. “But they’re gone. And these are next.”
He hooked her panties with a finger and pulled those off. Still on his knees, he drew her legs apart, then pressed a kiss to her thighs.
She barely had time to hitch a breath before his mouth was on her sex. She let out a low moan as sweet pleasure flooded her and she arched forward, reaching for him, needing to touch him while he touched her. The silken strands of his hair slid across her fingers and she latched on as he licked the length of her, driving her instantly crazy and so near the brink she was shocked.
She looked down at him, watching him as he swiped his tongue over her clit and drove her to dizzying heights. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her further, then speared a finger inside her, followed by another, spreading her while using his tongue in devilish, masterful ways.
She shuddered, so close to orgasm. It was the sweetest sensation, the way he pleasured her with his tongue and his lips. She didn’t want it to end, but oh, she craved the climax that hovered so close. And when he paused, lifted his gaze to hers, and smiled, she knew he owned her, that he could take her there with one swipe of his tongue, one suck of her clit between his lips.
This shocked her, because she’d been so used to using the bedroom, to being in one position to come. How quickly he’d changed her, turned her into a woman who had lost all her inhibitions. She was so tuned in to him, to his mouth, his touch, that he made her relax and let go.
And he knew it, too, from the smile he gave her. She didn’t care, because her body tightened with the need to let go.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Make me come.”
He captured her clit and flicked his tongue over it. She tightened, the first tremors building until he covered her clit with his mouth and rolled his tongue flat. She rocked against him as he fucked her with his fingers. She drove toward the sensation, the orgasm hovering so close she trembled with the need to let go. And when it hit, she let loose a wailing cry, feeling so free to let go with him that it doubled her pleasure.
When the tremors subsided, he rose and took her mouth in a blinding kiss. She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and slid her tongue in his mouth, needing to hold that connection that had left her breathless.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him while he carried her back into the living room, depositing her on the sofa.
He undressed in a hurry. Glad to get her hands on him, she slid to the floor and wrapped her hand around the thick, hard part of him that bobbed in front of her. She stroked the length of him, loving the way he hissed as she squeezed his cock.
He swept his fingers over her jaw. “I like your hands on me.”
She licked her lips. “How about my mouth? Do you want that?”
His chest rose. “You know I do. Suck my cock, Evelyn.”
The way his voice went deep made her shudder, made her pussy clench in anticipation of what would come. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cockhead.
“Ah, Christ, that’s good,” he said, sweeping his hand over the back of her head.
“Suck it in deep.”
She loved the way he talked to her as she drew his shaft deeper into her mouth.
“This is what I thought about today,” he said as she bobbed her head forward, taking him fully between her lips. “Your mouth on me. So hot and wet, making my balls tighten.”
She took his cockhead to the back of her throat and swallowed, squeezing him. He let out a groan.
Something about having a man so hard and strong and powerful brought to his knees by having his cock in her mouth made her wet, made her nipples tighten and her pussy throb. She wanted him to fuck her, but first, she wanted him to come and come hard, to shatter in the same way she had. She pressed the roof of her mouth down onto his shaft, rolling her tongue over him.
“That’s going to make me come.” He thrust into her mouth and she grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing him, tunneling more of it into her mouth.
With a loud groan, he erupted, grabbing a handful of her hair as he emptied himself. She let go of his cock so he could shove into her, knowing going deep would give him pleasure.
When he settled, his legs were shaking. She let go and looked up at him, licked her lips, and smiled.
“Fuck, Evelyn, I think I lost some brain cells.”
She laughed. He bent and lifted her up against him to kiss her, tunneling his fingers through her hair. The kiss was so deep, so thorough, that it left her languid, her limbs so relaxed she was glad he held her.
“I want you here. From behind, so I can fuck you deep.”
She slid to her knees and draped herself against the sofa, giving him a look over her shoulder. “Let’s get you inside me.”
His swift intake of breath told her he was more than ready. He left only long enough to grab a condom. He sheathed his cock, then swept her hair away from the back of her neck to kiss her there. When his teeth scraped her neck, she shivered and dug her nails into the couch cushions.
“I like that,” she said.
“I’ll remember that.” He trailed his fingers down her back, following it up by pressing his lips over her spine, moving his mouth all the way down to her butt.
When he gave her a love bite on one cheek, she yelped.
He laughed, then gave her a smack on the butt. She turned. “I like that, too.”
His eyes blazed hot. “I’ll definitely remember that.”
She’d never played like this before, had never been with a man she’d felt free enough with to express her desires to. With Gray, it was like she could trust him, could tell him anything. She didn’t know why. Feminine instinct, maybe. A woman could just tell the difference between being with the right guy and the wrong guy.
And when he curved his hand over her butt, then spread her legs and positioned himself behind her, she knew it felt right.
At least for sex. She trusted him wholly there. And when he slid his cock home, he fit her—perfectly. She quivered, tightened around him, and he pulled out, taking his time to ease inside her again, taking care with her until her body adjusted to him.
She bent over the sofa cushion and spread her legs wider, giving him access to power in deeper. He smoothed his hands over her hips, then grasped them and thrust.