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  “With you, everything is special.” He used his hand to turn her chin and make her look directly at him. His hazel eyes captured her, they scanned her face as if search for hidden clues. “What is it about you Zoey Carliegh that has me so outside of myself, outside my normal pattern of behavior and loving it? Wanting more of it?”

  She lifted her free hand and cupped his cheek, feeling its taunt strength against her palm. “I wish I knew. Then maybe I would be able to understand why I want you so much.”

  Taking her glass from her he set it on the table, then took her face between his hands. “I’m going to kiss you, sweetheart and I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve kissed every inch of you.”

  Speechless. His words had her speechless. She couldn’t string one coherent thought together to let him know she wanted the same thing.

  Thankfully, Evan didn’t wait for her to get her mind to work, he took charge. He started by kissing her mouth, bold and hungry as if he were a dying man and she his salvation. This kiss wasn’t the spontaneous kiss he’d given her the first time or the brief kiss he bestowed on her at the door, hell no, this kiss was command, fierce and bold. Evan didn’t request her participation he demanded it.

  Holding her face between his hands, he kept her where he wanted her, a willing taker of his passion. For a moment, her first thought was to pull away, allow herself the freedom of movement, but quickly she could feel how high her desire had elevated. She settled against him and enjoyed the ride. The man was extremely talented with his tongue. He did things to her mouth that she never thought possible.

  When he dragged his tongue behind her upper lip she began to shiver and squirm on the couch. God she wanted this man inside of her, to know if he could use his cock in the same way.

  As he moved his lips away from her mouth and traveled down, the side of her neck. She realized that she was lying back against the couch cushion.

  What? How? When did I get here? This man was spellbinding. He’d mesmerized her to the point she no longer was aware of what her body was doing, she just submitted and let him have his way. The only thing she believed could explain it was the last guy she had been with had wanted her to do everything. Be the seducer, take control in the bedroom, pleasure and services in all ways. But, Evan was different, he was a giver and just needed her to take…enjoy. And boy was she.

  He shoved her top to one side as he suckled and licked her skin as he worked to bare her body to him. He fondled and readjusted the collar of her dress and bra successfully freeing a breast.

  “My imagination doesn’t do you justice. Seeing you in reality is a more pleasant treat.”

  She loved how he admired her body, constantly giving her words of praise. He painted designs along the swell of her breast, tracing her areola and leaving the stiff peak wanting.

  Pulling her collar wide he exposed her other breast and gave it the same treatment, still not taking a nipple into his mouth.

  She moaned and whined. “Please, Evan.” She was on fire and needed his mouth to calm the blaze within.

  Not heeding her pleas, he continued to fondle, kiss and caress the surrounding surface of her breasts. When she reached her hands up and palmed the back of his head, intending to guide his mouth to where she wanted it, he took hold of her hands and placed them on the couch above her head keeping them there with one of his large hands around her wrists.

  The action caused the collar of her dress to push hard against the bottom of her breasts and shoved them together. Her breasts were now high and tight, bound by her clothing.

  Raising his head, he looked from her breast, to her face and then he fixed his eyes on their hands, locked. He was still for a moment; his heart beat was strong against her stomach where his torso rested. When he returned his gaze to her breasts the fervor that burned in his eyes almost singed her skin.

  “Perfect,” he said as he bowed his head and slicked across her nipples.

  They were so close they almost touched. He continued to lick around them, swirl his tongue between them, a figure eight. Then he used his free hand to press them together the rest of the way and he took both of them into his mouth. Sucking hard, his mouth drew on the twin peaks.

  The sensation was amazing, she arched her back from the couch, giving herself fully to him. His teeth grazed the sensitive tips and she cried out. Gracious it felt so good. She was so turned on, her clit throbbed insistently. Wiggling her hips, and pressing her thighs together, she attempted to alleviate the pressure, but she needed more contact. However, the way her lower body was situated, her legs turned to the side she could reach Evan to grind against him.

  “Evan, I need you. Please…touch me…something.” Fuck me. Anything. Her body added.

  Chapter Eight

  Continuing his oral play with her breasts, he dragged his hand along her body passed her hips. When he finally reached her knees and lightly caressed the skin at the hem of her dress, she was practically babbling. Arching and squirming she tried to get his hand where she wanted it.

  Finally, she felt his hand move up her thighs beneath her dress. She waited with baited breath, her body trembling like an addict in need of a fix--drug Evan. His strong hand was now on her inner thigh inches away from her aching sex. When he cupped her, squeezing her pussy her body bucked. Then his fingers were beneath her panties, she didn’t know if he had come from the side or the top, she didn’t care. All she could focus on was that he was touching her and it felt good. So good. Too good.

  He stroked her clit, gliding through her slippery cream that had pooled around it from the moment Evan showed up at her door. His touch was firm and sure, like the man she had discovered him to be. Her orgasm slammed into her, giving her no room to be coy or ladylike. She screamed, thrashed, mumbled illogical things as her hands fisted in his grip and her body shattered in pieces.

  Removing his mouth from her nipples, he praised her, “Hot damn you are beautiful. I need to see that again.”

  Still not clear in thought, she lay limp on the couch as he removed her dress completely, pulled off her panties and bra in a flash leaving her only in her chocolate heels, matching earrings and necklace. Sprawled out before him on the cushions, she gave no resistance as he kissed her stomach, thighs, lifted her legs and placed his mouth behind her knees. She would have never believed that spot was so sensitive, but her body showed her differently. Moaning, she felt her arousal begin to rise again.

  The man was turning her inside out for sure. Bring her legs back down, he parted them, placing one heeled foot on the floor and the other over the top of the couch. Spread wide, she gazed down at herself, trying to see herself from the eyes of this man and wondering what he thought. She had large breasts, a narrow stomach, round hips and a big ass to go with them and slim, but thick thighs. At a size fourteen she had always loved her curves, but now, so revealed she wanted to know what Evan thought.

  “I’m sorry if I’m not--”

  “You’re an amazing woman. Now that I can fully see what you’ve been hiding beneath those torturous scrubs I know you’re amazing inside and out. Your breasts, hips, ass and thighs can drive a man insane,” he groaned. “I want you even more, Zoey.”

  His words took the wind out of her proverbial sail. She didn’t even know what she was about to apologize for, maybe not being a thin woman or maybe that she wasn’t more pert and tiny, instead of her tall frame, the height of most men. But from the beginning on the plane, Evan had towered over her and made her feel feminine, delicate and she had liked that. Now hearing him expound on the beauty of her made her giddy with pleasure.

  He kissed her lips softly, and then began his oral loving along her body once again. When his mouth arrived at the juncture of her thighs, she was more than ready for the supreme pleasure to come. And supreme was exactly what it was. The man had cunnilingus talents like she’d never experienced before. Other boyfriends she’d had were alright at it, Winston didn’t do it at all, but Evan was a master performer.

  The w
ay he kissed her, licked her, swirled his tongue expertly around her clit in just the right rhythm and pace, without hurrying, made her body vibrate. As if close to a live wire and knowing that at any moment the jolt would come. That one spark would cause you to lose all control.

  Then it happened. Evan leaned back, spread her thighs wider, almost at a painful level and flattening his tongue against her, he licked her from ass to clit. Once at her clit he used his deft tongue and flicked it with hard precision and undid her.

  Grabbing a fist full of his hair, she thrashed against him, fucked his mouth as he continued to rap against her sensitive tip over and over again. Her orgasm, driven by Evan ravaged her. She could feel her own juices soaking her body, seeping along the crack of her ass; a slick, creamy river.

  He lapped at that too, drinking up her pleasure, consuming her essence. She felt cherished and adored.

  “Help me out of my clothes, my angel,” he instructed.

  With weak movements, she fumbled around, more in the way of Evan’s quick hands, but together they got him stripped to his underwear.

  Scooping her up in his arms, he stared down at her. “Which room is yours?”

  “The one on the left.” The other was her guest room, vacant most of the year except when her mother came to visit her during the summer.

  Striding forward, Evan crossed the room quickly and entered her room. Laying her out on the bed, he stood up and removed his last piece of clothing.

  “Gracious.”

  When he smiled, she realized she’d said it out loud.

  “I’m going to take that to mean you like what you see.”

  Like it. She loved it. Evan’s hard cock was both thick and long. She’d never taken stock of silly wives-tales about the size of a man feet being proportionate to his penis. Especially as a nurse after performing a few sponge baths you discover how false the statement was. However, in the case of the man before her it was surely a point on the ‘wives’ side of the board.

  “I do, very much.”

  “I’m clean. I had to be thoroughly screened after I was hired for my job.”

  “As a bedside nurse, I get tested routinely with my job. I haven’t been with anyone in years.”

  With a finger she beckoned him to her and watched him move towards the bed.

  * * *

  Years? Had men in Charlotte become blind, deaf and dumb? How could they not be chasing this woman from one border to the next? With one look he couldn’t get her off his mind.

  Now lying on top of her supple form, he remained still and just stared down into her lovely face. She had a wonderful frame to go with it. Remembering her screams of satisfaction and how her body had come alive in a wild fashion he wanted to experience it while inside of her.

  She had been as delicious as his favorite fruit. Like a spiced peach, her nectar had been sweet, succulent and juicy with enough piquant flavor to make him both ravenous and horny.

  Holding her wrists so that she had to submit herself to him was almost his undoing. It had taken his focus to ensure he concentrated solely on Zoey and bringing her pleasure first.

  “Open for me,” he instructed.

  Parting her legs wider, she wrapped them around his back. “Fuck me, Evan.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” With a side grin, he guided his dick into her moist heat. She was tight, causing him to pull out and press forward repeatedly until he was buried deep inside.

  She worked with him, meeting his thrusts and welcoming him into her body.

  He began a rhythm that would take them higher toward their ultimate goal. She caressed his back and held him tight against her. He loved her touched, but he needed something more. Something that was intrinsic, a part of him. Total control.

  He could easily reach climax without it, hell he’d done it numerous times in the past when other women had baulked against his dominate nature in the bedroom. But, with Zoey there was a need and a desire to share himself with her, physically even if not verbally.

  Taking hold of her arms, he guided them above her head as he’d done before, but this time he linked his fingers with hers. That was the thing he never did. However, there was a connection with the woman beneath him that he wanted to continue. Possibly see if it could deepen, become something more.

  When she didn’t baulk at the restraining hold, he began to thrust into her, harder and deeper. Gazing into her face, he loved how she stared back at him, her light brown eyes now darker with passion.

  “Don’t stop, my angel,” he commanded. Even though she moved her body beneath him, rotating her hips and arched her sex to meet him, he knew that was not what he referred to. It was more emotional, but he refused to allow himself to delve deeper at his meaning. It was too risky.

  Instead, he broke the connection, buried his face in the side of her neck and allowed the demands of his body to take control. He swiveled his hips in just the right angle to brush the head of his cock against the bundle of nerves inside of her, he rejoiced when her nails dug deep into the back of his hand as she erupted into a thrashing whimpering orgasm.

  Burying his knees in the mattress he fucked her hard, giving her no mercy, wanting to imprint himself inside of her. She screamed and panted his name.

  When he came it didn’t take him but a moment to realize that he not only left his mark, but a piece of his soul as well.

  * * *

  Zoey stretched in bed and felt the twinges and aches of her body as the bright late morning sun beamed in through her blinds. She barely recalled Evan leaving sometime before dawn and promising to come back in the afternoon to take her out. However, not before he’d fucked her two more times. Once from behind as she leaned over her bed, his hands pressed firmly in the center of her back keeping her at the perfect angle for ultimate impact. The last time she had been on her side with her top leg held high in his grip as he whispered instructions in her ear for her to play with herself.

  The man was a stallion. In stamina, performance and size, her body attested to. It had not escaped her mind how he didn’t necessarily like to be touched. Every time she held him, reached for him, he found a way to occupy her hands or hold them away from him. That bothered her. She wasn’t sure why or what was behind his actions. It wasn’t even that she disliked it per se…she didn’t know how she felt. One thing was for sure, it was definitely part of a conversation they needed to have.

  You ready to put your stuff on the table, too? Her mind taunted as she rolled out of bed and winced, both from the tenderness between her legs and her own guilt. She pushed the thought back into the closet of her mind, not even willing to begin that discussion mentally.

  Instead of a shower, she opted for a long soak in her tub. Forty-five minutes later, she was successfully prunifeid, she got out and began to dress in wool slacks and a cashmere sweater. Her cell phone gave a weather report of sixty, so she wanted to be warm. Evan wasn’t far from her mind, as she allowed her thoughts to drift back to their night while she ate a breakfast of oatmeal with dried cranberries, almonds and blueberries.

  When her phone rung she didn’t check the caller ID as she normally did, still daydreaming about the sexy man in her life.

  “Hello.”

  “Zoey… it’s about time.”

  Damn it, her Aunt Gertrude had caught her.

  “Zoey…Zoey, are you still on the line. This is your Aunt Gertie.”

  Pushing her oatmeal away, having lost her appetite, she said, “Yes, Auntie, I’m here.”

  “Good. Now, what’s all this nonsense that your mother tells me you’re not coming home for Christmas again?”

  “I was just home a couple of weeks ago, during a holiday I might add.”

  “That’s not the point. It’s Christmas for crying out loud. A time you should be here…with your family. Not in North Carolina. Lord only knows why you decided to move up there anyway.”

  “Because I like the city, my job is here.”

  “Your job can go anywhere. Matter of fact I was talkin
g with Sylvie Norman…you know the one who’s a volunteer clerk at the hospital?”

  “Yes.” Sylvie was one of Paris’s best gossips and best friend of her Aunt Gertrude’s, everyone knew the blue haired woman.

  “Well, she said that the hospital was looking for nurses in a big way. I just don’t know why Paris can’t get more of them in.”

  Because no one was applying for jobs in Paris, Texas if they weren’t from Paris and intending to live out their old days in Paris. Like her family and most of her school friends.

  “I’m sure they do need help, Auntie, but I enjoy my job here. I’m not moving back.” Zoey rubbed her temple, trying to stave off the headache that was signaling it was on its way by the slight thumping in her head.

  “Anyway. That’s not why I called. So, again, your entire family will be here for Christmas and I’m advising you, as an elder member of your family that you should be here too.”

  Her entire family had been at the Thanksgiving reunion so she didn’t know why her aunt was placing so much emphasis on it.

  “I’m sure, but I can’t make it. Too late to put in for vacation and all since I just got ba--”

  “Winston will be here.” Gertrude declared, cutting her off. “This would be a good time for you to repair the damage you’ve done in that relationship. I mean really, Zoey you should have been more supportive…”

  That stole the breath from her lungs. Her head pounded fiercely now and the heavy blood flood caused her ears to become blocked, thankfully silencing her aunt’s voice.

  Her Aunt Gertrude never understood why it had to be over between her and Winston. No she wouldn’t allow herself to even conceive it. Gertrude and her busybody cronies only understood one thing, money. In Paris, money equaled power and power equaled the Davenports. Winston Davenport, in her aunt’s eyes, was supposed to be Zoey’s ticket to the high life while elevating Gertrude along with it.