“Sofa,” he says and tugs me along.
We fall on the sofa together. I think he’ll sit back and let me do what I want, but it seems he has other ideas. He pushes me to lie down and leans over me, strands of blond hair falling into his eyes. They’ve turned a midnight blue, dark and hypnotizing.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he says quietly, “for so long.”
And when I open my mouth to ask what he means—we’ve only recently met—he tugs down my pants and panties. He glances at my scarred leg and knee—a quick, interested look—and then reaches up and pushes off the straps of my bra, freeing my breasts.
“Holy shit,” he mutters, his voice hushed. “Fuck, Ev. You’re so goddamn sexy.”
I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me like that. Before I can process the way his heated gaze glides over me, he leans in and closes his mouth over one nipple.
Oh God. Lightning hits my core, and I arch off the sofa. It doesn’t seem possible that I want more, but I do. I make an incoherent noise in the back of my throat and grab his shoulders, pulling him to me. I need to kiss him more.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur against his lips, but he shakes his head. He lowers himself, planting his hands on either side of my head, and his hardness slides on my stomach, hot like fire.
“I won’t last two seconds,” he says. “I want you so fucking much. I’m...”
Breathless, I reach between us for his cock and wrap my hand around it. So thick and hard, silky, with a core of steel.
“Oh shit.” He makes a growling sound at the back of his throat, and his eyes close. He thrusts into my hand, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The muscles in his chest ripple, his abs tighten. Moisture leaks from the tip of his cock, coating my fingers.
His eyes flutter open and stare right into mine. He snaps his hips, and I feel his hard flesh pulse in my hand. It’s an amazing feeling, sensing the orgasm rise in him. I reach with my other hand and touch his balls, large and drawn close to the base of his erection. I’ve never dared do such things before, but he’s so beautiful. My hand cups his sack, and his face twists in a grimace like pain.
“Say my name,” he gasps. “Say my name, Ev...”
“Micah,” I whisper, wondering why he needs this to go over the edge, but powerless to deny him whatever he wants. “Micah.”
“Fuck,” he grunts and drives his pulsing cock into my hand. “Fuck, oh fuck...”
I can feel his balls lift, and his hard-on jerks in my hold, releasing ribbons of white cum. They splash my breasts, my throat, and he groans as his orgasm crests and then tapers off, his cock softening.
His arms tremble and he sinks on top of me, heavy and boneless. His head is on my breasts and I place a hand on his short, silky hair.
“I’m crushing you,” he mumbles after a moment and slides to my side. “Shit.”
“I’m okay.”
He reaches over me and blindly fishes for the box of tissues on the table. He pulls out a couple tissues to clean me up, and his eyes darken again.
“Dammit.” He trails a finger down my neck. “Can’t fucking believe I came like that, just from your touch, like a horny teenager.”
“Actually,” I say, and my face heats. “I thought that was kinda hot.”
Oh God, I really do think that. I loved holding him, touching him as he came. Knowing I did that to him, brought him over the edge and gave him pleasure. And I even like the fact he came on me. It’s as if he marked me. Why do I like the thought so much?
He looks pleased. A faint smile pulls at his lips. “You’re...” He shakes his head.
“What?”
“Unexpected.” He rests on his side, his cheek in his hand, gorgeously naked and relaxed. Fine stubble covers his jaw, glinting in the low light like gold dust.
“In a good way, I hope.” I’m already drifting off, a pleasant darkness seeping into my thoughts, when I think he whispers something into my ear.
“The best.”
At least that’s what I think I hear, and my silly heart gives a little skip. I sigh and turn on my side, cradling my head in my hand. It sure is a nice dream.
Chapter Seven