25. Chapter Twenty-five

The weight of Evan's masculine physique pinned Kat to the mattress as his tongue lathed her nipples and his hard length pressed against her hip. Although wonderfully decadent, she wanted more.

He grinned against her breast as his fingers parted her folds.

The tease. All along, he'd known what she needed. She ground her sex against his hand.

"Yes. Right there. Please," she begged.

With her nipple between his teeth, he chuckled, then tugged as she yelped from the pain.

He blew where he'd bitten, easing the sting. Meanwhile, his fingers filled her. Mayhap two? Or perchance three? Thick and relentless, they pumped into her, delving out indescribable pleasure.

He stopped nipping and suckling to bring his lips to her ear. "You make me wild with desire," his raw voice rumbled. "Your sweet cunny opens like flower petals blooming."

Not to mention, it was slick from her weeping desire.

"You're so hot and wet," he said.

He'd noticed. Although it was probably quite obvious, seeing as how she was slick and weeping.

He withdrew his fingers to place his penis at her entrance. "I will be gentle."

Gentle sounded wonderful. Although rough also sounded perfect. Just as long as he put that pulsing cock inside her before she expired from overwhelming need.

He pushed into her, stretching her wide, the sensation akin to sunshine seeping into her bloodstream. She pulsed around him, her walls tugging him deeper.

"Am I hurting you?" His voice was soft, unlike the raspy filth he'd whispered mere moments ago.

More dampness pooled between her thighs. Oh, how she adored salacious-talking rakes who were compassionate gentlemen beneath their wanton sensuality.

She'd heard intimacy hurt the first time. What fiddle-faddle. Unless Evan was the world's most talented lover, which was probably the case. Or perchance she was whorish. Or the rumor was started to keep women from engaging in sexual congress. Whatever the explanation, there was nothing painful about this hard cock filling her.

"No. 'Tis wonderful." Wanting him deeper, she arched her back and scored her fingernails down his back.

He hissed. "That's it, Luv. Wrap your legs around me."

She was his to command. Arms and legs encircling his body, she clung to him as he thrust hard and deep. Her walls spasmed around his steely girth.

"You're so bloody tight. It feels so good," he said.

If she could catch her breath to speak, she'd say, "Like heaven."

"I dare say, you like my cock fucking you."

Yes! That and his naughty talk and toe-curling, yummy words. She hummed her agreement. Closing her eyes, she clutched his shoulders and buried her head in the crock of his neck. In and out, he slid as they found their rhythm. His moaning increased as he pumped into her, harder and faster. Meanwhile, the crackling thunder added to the almost otherworldly excitement.

"Katrina," he whispered.

She was breathless and wordless.

"Katrina," he said again.

She opened her eyes. His were brilliant with bliss.

"I…I lo…" He clamped his lips together, only parting them to groan as he slammed his hips against hers.

Was he about to say I love you? Because it took every ounce of her discipline not to chant, I love you, Evan.

The sublime tension inside her built, pulling and stretching her body until she longed for release. Once nothing was left to tighten, a swirling sensation took hold in her core—whirling, dancing, and taunting her to the edge. She fought the tug since she didn't want the euphoria to end.

Every muscle in his body tensed as his raspy baritone growled, "I am going to come."

Jaw clenched, eyes rolling back, a muscle in his neck ticking, he thrust with such potent masculinity that Katrina lost control. She toppled, then soared.

Evan roared. He withdrew from her, grasped his cock, and stroked. "Fuck, yes," he growled as his warm seed painted her belly.

When she floated back to her body, he was there waiting for her, a wicked grin on his handsome face.

"That was the most intense moment of my life," he said as he nuzzled her cheek.

It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever experienced. She kissed his forehead.

"Stay right here," he said.

She didn't plan to go anywhere. Still, it thrilled her that he insisted she stay.

After forcing her eyes to adjust to the scanty light, she studied his fine arse as he lazily strolled to the towel. Returning to the bed, he wiped his seed from her belly and then rearranged the counterpane. He slid in beside her and tucked them beneath the blanket. Thereupon, clinging to each other, they listened to the rain pelt the window and ping off the roof.

A warm beam of light roused Katrina from her slumber. Flinging her forearm across her face, she shielded her eyes from its glare. From beside her, someone shifted. For a moment, she thought Beth was moving about. But then she recalled she was at an inn with Evan, and apparently, they'd fallen asleep.

She'd been gone for so long that someone might come looking for her. However, there was no need to worry, for surely Beth would cover for her. But what if that someone was her brother? And what if he found her like this? Naked and in bed with the man he'd forbidden her to see. Gasping for air, she sat up.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist. "Mmm. How do you feel, my darling princess?"

Stars above. Could there be a more alluring man than this green-eyed god with mussed hair and chiseled jaw grinning at her?

Ignoring the lust shooting through her, she tugged on the counterpane, doing her best to conceal her nakedness. "I think we fell asleep and have been here all night."

He chuckled and pulled them chest to chest. "Nay. We have only slept for an hour or so. The storm is over, and the sun is coming back out."

As much as she hated to leave his muscular embrace, she should be on her way. With every part of her intoxicated by his masculine potency, she reluctantly untwined herself and tried to swing her legs over the edge of the mattress.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked.

If she peered over her shoulder at him, she'd never leave, so she fixed her gaze on the far wall. "I should get dressed."

He snorted. "Not yet. I'm starving."

She did not fight him as he yanked her back to his chest—mostly because she craved his company. However, it had also been hours since she'd eaten.

"But where shall we dine wearing soaked clothes?" It would be exceedingly uncomfortable. Squishy and cold. She grimaced. On second thought, partaking of a tray of sustenance—with him—in this room, would be delightful.

One of his eyebrows playfully bounced. "I was not planning on wearing clothes. And your frock will get in the way while I'm licking the hell out of your sweet little cunny."

Stars above! She gasped as her sweet little cunny somersaulted all over itself. The mere thought of the things Evan Eaton did with his tongue, lips, and fingers drenched her inner thighs.

"Come here."

His low command sparked a shiver that skittered up the back of her neck. Without giving her time to obey, he slid down the mattress.

Lawds almighty! Not only was she sitting on his face, but he also swept his tongue along her slit. With his nose and mouth buried beneath her curl-covered mound, he peered up at her through lust-clouded eyes.

This was entirely too taboo. She should not give in to her base instincts. Particularly the one in which she rocked her quim over his mouth as he pleasured her.

His palms pressed into her buttocks as he lifted her ever so slightly. Probably because she was smothering him. Her cheeks burned from humiliation as she tried to crawl off him.

Digging his fingers into her flesh, he held her in place. "Ride the fuck out of me, Luv. I'm famished." He lowered her arse until his mouth was beneath her quim. Humming as if he were dining on the finest of feasts, he suckled at her entrance.

Apparently, her embarrassment was unfounded. He'd simply rearranged her momentarily so that he could rasp those filthy, enticing words she loved. Longing shot through her, and her core pulsed with need.

Sitting tall, she braced herself against the wall and undulated as he thrust his tongue into her.

Leaving a trail of tingles in their wake, his hands traveled up her body to cup her breasts. Moaning his pleasure into her cunny, he increased the pressure and speed of his probing tongue. Writhing like a wild animal, she squeezed his head between her thighs and rubbed her hungry sex against his face.

Those warm hands caressed their way back down her torso, stoking flames. He slid a finger beside his tongue, and with a small circular motion, he massaged her special spot, the tempo of his finger synching in time with his vigorous mouth.

"Oh, Evan," she cried as she ground down hard. Almost at the precipice, she wanted to leap. Edging closer and closer, she halted her frantic movement and stilled. A whirling bliss filled her. "So close," she panted.

Evan withdrew his finger, and he grasped her hips. He lifted her, slamming her down hard as his tongue flicked.

"Evan," she screamed as gold sparkles exploded behind her eyes, and her body took flight. Ascending higher and higher, she left her earthly restraints behind. She hovered, suspended at the peak of ecstasy before beginning her tingly gliding descent. Sated and limp, she crashed onto the mattress.

He scooted up the bed to lie beside her. "I knew you would be this sensual," he said, caressing her cheek.

"You did not." She playfully slapped his shoulder. "I recall you calling me a stick in the briars."

She adored his warm chuckle.

"I was wrong about that. You are full of life," he said.

That was perhaps the greatest compliment he could give her.

"And I thought you were an immature, hedonistic rake."

"I dare say, I fear I am those things."

Mayhap he was. But he was also so much more. She gently ran her finger over the bruise on his chin.

"You are loyal to those you love, a talented artist, intelligent, brave, and the most generous of lovers."

His countenance lit up as if he'd won a big prize or seen the cutest puppy in the world. "That might be the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me."

Oh, how she loved to make him happy. How unfortunate that they couldn't stay in their little love nest forever, saying sweet things to one another. At least they took time to kiss and caress as they dressed.

Thereupon, they tried to keep their hands to themselves as they snuck across town. Once they reached The Crown Jewel Inn, Kat and Evan hid behind an old oak, saying their goodbyes.

Eventually, Evan cupped his mouth to her ear. "I love you, Lady Katrina Harrington, and I shall do whatever I must to prove to your brothers that I am worthy of you."

"Nothing and no one can keep us apart because I love you too, Evan," she whispered back.