The Chase (Fast Track #4)(36)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“Oh, my God, you’re just a horrible man . . .”

Any further protests she was about to give were lost in a moan when he lifted her hips and buried his face between her thighs, flicking his tongue across her slowly and with a great deal of exploration.

“You taste delicious,” he told her.

“Oh, damn” was her response, before she buried her face in the pillow.

Evan tugged her clit into his mouth and pulled it, enjoying the way she jerked, her thighs squeezing around him. Then he went back in with his tongue, licking and tasting and pleasing both of them with every long stroke.

“I’m going to come,” she told him, panting heavily.

He pulled back. “No, baby, not yet.”

“Yes. Now.”

She was wiggling in front of him so enticingly that Evan almost gave in, but the knock on the door stopped him.

“Room service.” He ran his hand across her ass, then pushed her back down onto the bed. He yanked the covers out from under her and pulled them over her up to her shoulders.

As he climbed off the bed, adjusting his erection to somewhat hide it, Kendall smacked the pillow in frustration. “Just send them away. Who cares about the food?”

He didn’t really care about it either at the moment, but they might regret it later. “It’s already here. Just lie there and look cute. I’ll get it.”

Her answer was to flip him her middle finger. Evan laughed as he wiped her sweetness off his lips. “Charming.”

By handing him a twenty, Evan managed to convince the waiter to just pass the cart over to him instead of coming into the room. “I got it, thanks.”

There was a moment’s hesitation in which the older man glanced into the room, but then he seemed to figure out the score. “Sure, no problem. Enjoy.” The took the cash, winked at Evan, and left.

“Are you hungry?” He maneuvered the rolling cart into the room and pulled the top off of a tray. “Looks good.” Picking up a fry he was about to pop into his mouth, he glanced up.

And promptly forgot all about the fry. Kendall had kicked off the covers and turned onto her back. Which gave him a perfect view of her legs apart and her fingers between them, stroking herself, a finger deep inside her wetness.

“Holy shit.”

“You’d better get over here,” she told her, her back arching, making the display even more erotic. “Or I’ll come without you.”

“You are so f**king hot.” Evan tossed down the French fry and strode to the bed, undoing his jeans as he went.

She had totally turned the tables on him, and damn, he had to respect and appreciate that.

“Let me help you with that.” Putting a knee on either side of her thighs, Evan slipped his finger in alongside her own.

“Oh, damn.” Her eyes rolled back.

He knew the feeling. Having her finger alongside his, in all that tight slickness, had him gritting his teeth. He followed her rhythm. When she sped up, her breath getting more and more frantic, he sped up with her. When she got too excited and slowed it down, he followed.

And when she used her other hand to push on the swollen button above, Evan did the same, so that when she came, hard, her body exploding, they were both in her and on her, sharing the hot, hurtling outcome.

“You’re a dirty bastard for doing that to me,” she said, her eyes glassy, her words breathy and soft.

Evan grinned. “A dirty bastard for making you come? That seems a little paradoxical.”

“Five-dollar word. Impressive. I have no brain left.” Kendall closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, her br**sts half-covered with her bunched shirt.

“Just enough to still be a smart-ass.” Evan stroked over her clitoris again. “And you have big hair. Can’t expect to have brains, too.”

She slapped at his hand. “Now who’s being charming? Get off me, you’ll kill me.”

“Killed with kindness. Here lies Kendall Holbrook.”

“Speaking of ass.”

“Were we speaking of ass?” Evan debated bending over and sucking one of her ni**les, just to see her reaction. Besides, they were firm and clearly begging for his attention.

“Show me yours. Take off your jeans.”

“I’ll take off my jeans, but I’m not some boy toy. Just so you know.”

Her eyes popped open, her mouth pulling up at the corner. “For tonight, you’ll be whatever I say you are.”

What he wanted to be was her boyfriend, which was so lame and stupid and high school that he almost threw up in his own mouth at his schmaltziness. There was no way in hell he was sharing that little sentiment with her.

“Use me and abuse me, baby.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

Which totally one hundred percent turned him on.

Evan reached for his zipper.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

KENDALL was going to claim later that it was the aftereffects of sleep deprivation that had her impatiently reaching out and ripping Evan’s jeans down his thighs as she embraced her inner dominatrix. It was like the walls that surrounded her self-control had been shattered by Red Bull and a lack of REM sleep, because she was shocking even herself. Yet in a really, really good way.

She was so aroused it was unbelievable. It was like Evan had turned her fierce with all that teasing massaging, because she wasn’t normally like this. Given the look on his face, though, and the way his erection sprung out of his boxers, it was damn clear he appreciated her determination.

“Don’t you want to eat your dinner?” he asked.

“I’m looking at it.” And she flicked her tongue across his cock, amazed that she had actually said that out loud.

“Oh, f**k, Kendall.”

That was the plan. She covered him with her mouth, riding up and down his shaft with her slick saliva, loving the way he suddenly gripped her shoulders and helped her create a sharp, pumping rhythm. It seemed her fierceness was driving his.

He had played slow. She wanted fast. So gripping her left hand under his testicles, she cupped them, earning a nice low moan. Then with her right hand, she squeezed at the base of his shaft, her mouth taking him nice and deep before pulling back over and over.

It was a serious turn-on to be on her knees, inner thighs still wet and aching from his stroking and sucking her, and to have him losing control as she stroked and sucked him. She was never quite this wild, quite this into it, and she had never let a man finish in her mouth, but here, in this dark hotel room a million miles from Charlotte, with the first man she’d given her heart to, she wanted all of it. She wanted it fast and furious, slow and sensual, to be at his mercy and to have him at hers. To lose control together again. After he lost it right now.