“Thanks for letting me stay here tonight John,” her words were soft as she watched him move around the room. Evangeline trailed her hand on the granite, her eyes holding a glint that spoke of no good.
John turned around, his jaw tensing at the site she made. She wore one of his black tee-shirt and it barely covered her behind. His eyes traveled up from her long mocha legs and thick thighs, he groaned. He knew that underneath his shirt she had on underwear but if his eyes couldn’t see it, in his mind it didn’t exist.
It didn’t help the fact that he badly wanted to find out what hid underneath his shirt. She walked by him, her hand grazing his arm and he jumped back as if
scorch. She smiled innocently at him her eyes anything but.
“No no problem,” he said bashful, his cheeks getting warm with the naughty thoughts he was having of her. He watched as she grinned, her tongue going over her lips teasingly. “Hungry?” he turned back around, in hope of getting his libido under control.
Evangeline hopped on the counter of the kitchen and turned at an angle so she could see John better. She shrugged, “not really,” she murmured. What she wanted had nothing to do with food and she had no idea why the insufferable man insisted on fighting her every step of the way. The sooner he gave in, the easier it would be for him.
John debated if seeing her or hearing her was worse. The husky sound of her voice was no better than the enticing picture she made. “You want something to drink?” he opened his refrigerator, looking around for a beer or any thing that would force him from having to turn around.
She titled her head when she saw that John was trying to avoid looking at her. Tsk tsk, she couldn’t have that. She hopped off the counter, her eyes locked on the back of her prey. “What I want has nothing to do with hunger or thirst,” and she knew the same could be said for him.
He stood up from his hunched position abruptly and closed the refrigerator. He turned around when her voice was a lot closer than it should have been.
John nearly jumped out of his skin when she got close to him.
She backed him into the fringe, a sly smile on her face. “Don’t tell me your afraid of me little ole me?” she told him huskily and she planted her hands on either side of his head.
John gulped. He knew he shouldn’t have let her come over but he couldn’t very well say no could he? She sounded so scared because because…why did she sound so scared? “Afraid? No,” he crocked out.
She pressed herself more fully into him, her glossy black mane framing her face prettily. She would have been put out if she didn’t feel his rock hard arousal against her stomach. “Don’t I deserve a better homecoming?” she inquired as she nuzzled his neck.
John blinked, her close proximity leaving his brain to mush. “Uh yeah but i”“ Man, she was making it hard (pun intended)
“No but. How about a kiss?” she requested teasingly, licking his ear. John groaned despite his best effort not to, he didn’t want to be affect by her but it was tough not to be. She was just so sexy.
She grinned and nibbled at his ear. "You like that?"
"No!" he squeaked, lying through his teeth. He cleared his throat, “yes I like it but-“ John breathed in deeply but it just made it worse. Her scent, the smell of her perfume was now entrenched in him so much that he could practically taste it.
Evangeline nibbled her way from his ear to his neck. "If you are good to me I’ll do so much more" she murmured. Her lips gently sucked the skin and than scraping her teeth against the tender skin.
Instinctively, his arms went to go cling at her waist and brought her pelvis even closer to his. His craned his head to the side, so she could get better access. He really shouldn’t be doing this but she felt oh so good against him. He laced his hands together behind the small of back to restrain himself from touch her.
“Tell me you’ve missed me,” she brushed his hair behind his ear. Her voice lost the seductive and confident quality it had.
John squeezed her body gently and he realized her need for assurance. “I missed you,” he said automatically, he didn’t need to think about it. Teasingly (though it wasn’t meant to be), his lips brushed her temple.
“How much?” she inquired, her lithe hands went under his black wifebeater and caress his taut skin. She returned to her seductive ways, John didn’t know it but she had every intention of getting him asap.
John held his breath as her hands skittered around the edge of his sweatpants and he realized she wasn’t going to play fair. Knowing that, she wasn’t playing fair didn’t douse his fire. “A lot,” he murmur, his own hands left her hips to delve into the thickness of her hair. He missed her more than he would ever admit.
The hold he had on her hair, forced her head back, and their fiery gaze connected. Tempting browns looked into darkened pools of blue. She moistened her lips and she exhaled in small pants. Her body got hot as her flimsy underwear drew damp. Her heart beat quicken and she swore that he could hear it.
“Show me ’a lot’,” she instructed him, her hands like talons on his back. Her eyes closed slowly as she brought her lips closer. She dreamed of this moment, the moment where their lips would meet together in passion.
All John had to do was lean half inch closer and their lips would touch but he knew to do that would be to lose all reason. The past two weeks when she was away at business it was easy to forget how gorgeous and sensual she was but here in front him? That was all he could see.
“Damn it all to hell,” he swore under his breath before his lips captured hers in a deep passionate kiss. For the moment he would toss things to the wind...all he wanted was one kiss. How harmful could that be?
“John…” she moaned as his lips devoured her, and time stopped as their lips got reacquainted. Inwardly, she smiled smugly because she got him. She shuffled her legs and moaned at the friction it caused.
He really really shouldn’t be doing this, he thought torpidly but when she made sounds like that how could he not do this. One hand left her hair to curl around her slim waist. It would go no further then this he vowed…and it wouldn’t if he had his way. Now if it was up to her….
“table…counter…floor,” she started saying, her body arching as John left a trail of wet kissed from her chin to her neck. “I don’t care just make love to me,” she groaned, her hands yanking his body away from the refrigerator
Even amidst the ardent fog that clouded his brain, a tiny voice of reason stood out. Despite the fact that the counter, floor and the table were sounding damn good to him. “We can’t-,” he nearly growled once her seeking hand found his erection, the rest of his words was gone and forgotten.
“Commando?” she teased, the breath getting caught in her throat at the fire that blazed in his turbulent blue eyes. She curled her hand around the rigid length of him, his body jerking at her soft hands. She silently urged him to lose control, to not be so him. To not think of tomorrow but of now.
“Evangeline!” he groaned between his clench teeth, he cradled her neck in his hands and brought her mouth to his. She gasped in surprised which allowed him the opportunity to delve his tongue in her open mouth.
Her hand involuntarily squeezed him, breaking the kiss up as he hissed. She leaned forward, capturing his lower lip between her teeth just as her hand begun the agonized glide along erection.
It excited her more than it should have to hear his guttural groans of pleasure as her persistent hands worked him. She coiled her free hand around his neck, her finger lightly play with his long strands.
Her hand got bolder with each passing seconds and he had to halt her hand for fear of spilling his seed prematurely or at all. He removed her hand from his sweatpants that was wet from his precum. He buried his head in her neck, his breath harsh as he breathed in her intoxicated scent.
He had to get himself under control but it was hard to do so when even now her sweet smelling body was pressed against him; tempting him. “Damn Eva you-“
She pulled his head up, her eyes probing his. “I what?” she asked softly one of her leg going up his hips so that his throbbing erection now lay snug between the thighs. “I want you so bad McBain,” she breathed, the touch of her lips on his earlobe before she nibbled on it.
He wanted her too, he thought about having her beneath him way to many times. How did he tell her that they shouldn’t do this without her feeling rejected? One would think he had mastered the skill but each time was like the first time.
John’s hand went to her waist and he picked her up to put her on the counter, far away from him but she had other plans. Instead, her never ending legs went around his waist, his erection now came into even greater contact with her lady in the water (yes I’m mocking you Jordanna).
Why did doing the wrong thing feel so right? He didn’t get a chance to think about it for she kissed him and he was powerless to do anything else. Her arms and legs was tight about him, lips pressed to his in lustful hunger. He fought the urge to surrender to her pleasure, to surrender to what she promised but he was lost to his own consuming desire.
John slanted his mouth over hers, tasting her fully and effectively taking control of the kiss. He never would have guess it was possible to want a woman as much as he did. But he did and badly, he dreamed about having her and how amazing hr knew it would.
His arms tightened around her waist and he walked with her around him blindly to where he remembered the conch to be. He deepened the kissed even more once they reach the couch, where he laid her gently upon it. Their lips broke apart once the need for air became a necessity.
“You make me feel,” she panted heavily, “so much.” It was utterly bizarre how a man like John McBain had her losing her mind over him. She wanted to believe it was sex (or no sex) and nothing more but in deep, deep in her soul she knew it was more.
He stoked the side of her face, a look in his eyes she couldn’t distinguish. “What do I make you feel?” his was voice soft.
She blinked, thing getting heavier than she wanted them to. She wasn’t ready nor willing to talk about feelings…those things were best left for romantic movies, book, and television shows. “Let’s not talk about that,” her hands went to the tail of his shirt that she wore and without another word she took it off and tossed it behind her.
It pleased Evangeline immensely to hear John’s sharp in take of breath. She held back the feminine smugness as his eyes got darker as he fixated on her almost naked body. His eyes roamed over her curves like a lover’s caress and she felt his gaze all the way down to her toes.
If John had thought he couldn’t breath before, he all but passed out from the lack of oxygen. Perfection was staring him in the face and he couldn’t even properly enjoy it.
He had never seen her naked before (well practically naked...her underwear was still on) and it was better than any dream he had. With a shaky hand he made move to touch her but he stopped himself.
“We ah should to talk,” he said, his face red from restraint. Even as he talked to her his eyes were staring at her aroused flesh. With some difficulty he tore his eyes away from her chest to look at her face.
His mouth was such a liar unlike his eyes; they spoke of nothing but the truth. In his eyes she saw his desire, his need. He didn’t want to talk anymore than she did. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned closer to him.
“Screw talking,” she told him, her face mere inches away from his. She pulled him over her, her arms and legs wrapping tightly around him. Not a heart beat later, her lips settled over his hotly. She pulled his wife-beater over his head, their lips losing contact.
She tossed the wife-beater to the side, her hands roving all over his back. His skin was warm beneath her hand. Her lips crashed down on his, the tip of her tongue prying her lips open; wanting the kiss to become deeper, fuller and ultimately more passionate.
John groaned and tried really tired not to feel anything. He tried to ignore the way her breast and slender body felt up against his. Lord help me, he prayed. His hands went boldly to her soft, small yet full breast. It couldn’t hurt just to touch right? Right, so he let his fingers move smoothly across the supple flesh.
Their lips fell apart as a pleading whimper passed her lips. She rubbed her pelvis against his, her neck arching as she trembled. John pressed a small kiss on her neck and then he tore his body away from her. Heaving and tremble, he picked up his shirt off the floor and handed it to her.
Evangeline started at the object in his hand, foolish hurt entering her eyes. After several seconds of staring at the offending material she took it. Instead of putting it on, she held it up against her. “I ah-“ she had nothing to say and with shaky fingers she brushed her hair behind her ear.
“You know-“
“Don’t say anything John,” she stood up. Not only was she hurt, she was sexually frustrated. A feeling she was getting used to hanging around him. She walked to where she tossed the shirt she had on, picking it up she put it on and tossed him his wife-beater.
“You know I want you,” he told her quietly to her turned back. He stood up as well and ran his hand through his disheveled hair. He rubbed his jaw frustrated…blue was a color he was becoming quite used to. “I told you when we started this that I don’t do causal sex,”
“We aren’t causal!” she turned around, highly annoyed. Three months was hardly causal, that was her longest adult relationship to date! She folded her arms under her chest and glared at him. Jackass.
“Sex should be after marriage.” He told her, reiterated a point he has been telling her for three month now. He walked towards her and stroked her cheek with the back of his hands. John was a strong believer in that, having been raised in the Catholic Church.
“I was hoping you would change your mind about that,” she admitted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and nibbled on his earlobe
John groaned and gently pushed her away from him. He couldn’t think when she did that. Looking into her eyes, he pleaded with her to understand. “I’m not going to,” he told her as gently as he could.
She was incredibly sexy he thought, his mind going down the wrong path. And now that he knew how she looked like…well let’s just say he didn’t expect to get any sleep tonight”as usual.
“We ah cool?”
“Like ice,” she grinned and leaned forward to kiss his check. Her hands went lower though, and she smacked him on the bottom “Good night John.”
John watched as she walked away, her hips swaying enticingly. As he walked towards his own room, he wondered how many cold shower would he be taking tonight?
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