Like a goddess, she rose, hovering over him while she tucked the head of his erection to her opening. They both gasped when her pulsing wetness contracted around the tip and began sucking him in even deeper.
She closed her eyes and clutched at his shoulders for support and then she eased down, pulling him deeply inside her welcoming warmth.
Her body blanketed him, coming down on top of him so that he felt every inch of her silken skin. Her hair teased his skin and he delved his fingers into the fine strands, pulling her head down to meet his kiss.
Their tongues met and dueled, clashing and rolling, licking, sucking until they were breathing the same air. All he could taste, could feel was her. Never had he experienced anything sweeter than an angel’s touch.
She broke away and then threw her head back as she began to undulate wildly over him. His eyes feasted on her, the bob of her breasts just in front of him, her hair flowing wildly around her shoulders, and he felt how tight she was around him as she rode up and down.
“Look at me, Angel,” he said sharply.
Her eyes flew open and she met his gaze.
“Look at me when you come. See me. Only me.”
Even as he said the words, he took over, gripping her hips and arching up and into her, thrusting even deeper. She planted her hands on his chest, fingers splayed out as she braced herself on him for support.
“Let go,” he growled. “Let me have it all. Give it to me.”
She contracted violently around him as her entire body shuddered atop his. She let out a cry and then as she no longer had the strength to hold herself up, she collapsed on top of him as he emptied himself into her body.
She snuggled as close to him as she could, melting into his arms. He curled his arms around her, gathering her against his chest as he buried his face in her hair.
“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, Evangeline, but I’m never letting you go,” he murmured.
She rested there a long moment, their bodies still intimately joined before she stirred and lifted her head so their gazes met.
“I made dinner for you,” she said shyly. “Would you like it in bed or do you want to eat in the kitchen?”
His heart did a funny little flutter in his chest and for a moment he couldn’t form a response.
“It’s early yet. Let’s get dressed and eat in the kitchen. Afterward, we can watch a movie on the couch.”
“That sounds nice,” she said with a smile.
He patted her affectionately on the ass and then rolled, holding her with him until they were on their sides facing one another.
“Take a shower with me and then I’ll help you put supper on the table.”
“Hmm, that’s such a hard decision,” she teased. “You spoil me so much, Drake.”
His expression went serious and he stroked the hair from her cheek with his fingers. “Not nearly enough, Angel. Not nearly enough.”
11
Evangeline sat across the island from Drake, watching as he enjoyed the dinner she’d prepared. Her cheeks had warmed to the point of discomfort when he’d praised her efforts effusively after sampling each of the courses.
When she’d tried to be dismissive by explaining it was a simple meal of baked chicken with herbed rice, scalloped potatoes and vegetables, he’d scolded her and told her there was nothing simple about her cooking such a wonderful dinner for him.
At times like this, Evangeline allowed herself to venture into dangerous territory and fantasize about cooking dinner for Drake every night. Of him coming home to the smells of a home-cooked meal and of her trying out new recipes on him.
Telling herself to live for the moment and not allow herself to be hurt by assuming she had a tomorrow was fruitless. There was little point in chastising herself for her dreams because she lived them, lived in them, every single day. If the day came that Drake no longer wanted her, then all she would have left of him were the memories that she made while still with him, and she was determined to make the most of them.
“Silas said that Maddox was taking me shopping tomorrow,” Evangeline said lightly. “He mentioned a function you intended to take me to and that I should pick out something appropriate for the event. But he didn’t know which event you had decided on, so he wasn’t sure what exactly would be appropriate for me to wear.”
Drake’s eyes flickered a moment and then he grew pensive. Then he reached for the briefcase he’d discarded earlier when he arrived home. He drew out three cards, all addressed to him, and laid them out on the bar so Evangeline could look at them.