She smiled and loosened his tie. “It might be.”
He smoothed his hand over the skin of her thigh, flicking the garter belt. “I need you naked.”
She lifted her leg and rested it over his hip. “And I need you inside me. Right here, where I can look at New York while you make love to me.”
He sucked in a breath, his dick throbbing and hard. He dropped to his knees and circled her ankles with his fingers, tilted his head back to see Evelyn looking down at him. Everything about her turned him on tonight, from these sexy shoes to the garters and that slit in her dress, to the way she laughed unabashedly at the theater to her bold proposition to him a minute ago.
Hell, she didn’t just turn him on tonight, but every night. It didn’t matter if she was dressed up and on the town, or whether she was in shorts and a tank top in his trailer.
She was so ingrained into his life, so much a part of him, that every touch, every look, sent him into a frenzied state of desire.
He wanted her all the damn time, no matter where they were.
Especially tonight as she leaned against the wall of the terrace, her silk-clad legs smooth and sexy as he slid his hands along her calves. He felt her slight tremble as he inched his fingers under the hem of her dress. He found her panties and drew them down her legs. She held on to his shoulders as she stepped out of them, as he tucked them into his pocket.
“Souvenir?” she asked.
“Maybe.”
She took a deep breath and he lifted her foot, positioned her leg over his shoulder, and eased between her legs, raising her skirt as he did, his fingers brushing the straps of her garters.
“This is so damn hot,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you in these tonight.”
She gave him a wicked smile. “That’s the idea.”
He leaned in and brushed a kiss across her thighs, then the top of her sex, teasing her until she grabbed his hair.
“Gray. Lick me. Make me come.”
He loved that she demanded her pleasure, that whatever issues she’d had when they first met had dissipated and she could come for him anywhere, in any position.
Like here, on a rooftop terrace. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, then licked her pussy, rolling his tongue across her clit until she let out a loud moan. No one would hear her. That’s why he’d selected this suite, because it gave them complete privacy. He wanted to hear her scream into the New York night.
He laid his tongue against her and slid his fingers inside her. She was hot and oh so wet, her pussy quivering as he finger fucked her while he sucked the hard bud, rolling his tongue over it until she writhed against his face.
“You’re going to make me come. I’m going to come so hard, Gray.”
He wanted that, wanted her falling apart under his tongue. And when he hummed his approval, she lifted up on her toes and rocked her pelvis against his face, crying out as she came. He held on to her while she shuddered out her pleasure and he licked her up, eager to give her every second of orgasm she could get.
When her legs started to buckle, he rose and pulled her against him, taking her mouth in a kiss that was likely more about his need than hers. He had to touch her, to let his fingers dive into her hair to feel the softness there, to let his tongue tangle with hers and share with her just how damn good she tasted.
She was just as eager as he was, her hands sliding up his arms and over his shoulders, gripping him while she sucked on his tongue. His cock tightened, a stranglehold of pain and pleasure as she moved against him.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him. He took them inside, their mouths still fused as he made his way—half blind, since he didn’t want to stop kissing her—upstairs, where he deposited her on the bed.
Hair askew, dress raised over her hips, and those gorgeous legs exposed, she looked wanton and totally fuckable.
He unbuttoned his shirt and undid his tie as he stood over the bed and looked his fill. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Evelyn stared at him with a knowing smile. “And I’m one very lucky woman.”
She got up on her knees and turned around. “Unzip me.”
He pulled the zipper down, stopping halfway to press a kiss to her back. She let the dress slip from her shoulders, revealing a cream-colored bra that did very little to contain her breasts.
And then there was the garter belt.
After Gray removed his clothes, he smoothed his hands down her legs. Most women were bare legged these days, especially in the hot summer months. In fact, he hadn’t even noticed the stockings Evelyn was wearing until he caught sight of the garter belt from the slit in her dress.
Jesus, that was hot, a lost art of seduction. The stockings were silk and under his hands, they made his balls tighten.
He laid her flat on the bed and spread her legs, stroking her thighs. “You’re a seductress in these.”
She reached for his cock. “Come over here and let me suck you.”
His stomach tumbled, and for the first time, he felt like he was being seduced instead of being the seducer. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and her hands slid over him like a silken waterfall. She snaked her tongue over the soft head of his cock before grasping him firmly in her hands.
She looked up at him. “Have I ever told you how much I love your cock, how looking at it and touching it makes me wet?”
He drew in a shaky breath. He wasn’t sure he wanted her to know how much her words weakened him. “It makes my cock hard to hear it. Take me in your mouth, Evelyn. I need to watch you suck me.”
Her head hung partially off the bed, her hair loose and flowing. He cradled her head in his hand and lifted her, guiding his cock between her parted lips. The first touch of her hot, wet tongue to his sensitive head made him jerk. God, it was so good, and being able to watch her like this, on her back, her body spread out like a wicked angel, was every man’s dream.
He fed her his cock inch by inch and she took it willingly, using her mouth and her hands to take him deep, her tongue rolling over his shaft as she explored him. He watched her throat work as he thrust forward, careful not to be too forceful, but unable to control the fierce desire that seemed to take over as her sweet mouth worked him, sucking him in and making his balls ache as he fought the need to come right then.
He swept his fingers over the cups of her bra, teasing the swells of her breasts, pulling the cups down to reveal her nipples. They were taut, tight points.
“Does sucking me make your nipples hard, Evelyn?”
Her gaze met his and she hummed against his dick, making him close his eyes as she tightened her grip on him with her mouth and hands. He played with her nipples, brushing his thumb across them in a teasing caress, cupping the globes and giving the buds a gentle squeeze. If he was in a better position he could suck them—which he would, later. But right now all he could do was hold on, because he couldn’t fight the rising tide of his orgasm.
He straightened, holding her head in his hand, and watched as his cock slid between her sweet lips.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he said, his voice a tight strain as he held on to what little restraint he had left.
Evelyn made eye contact, watching him as he let loose a loud groan and released, his body flooded with adrenaline as he pumped into her willing mouth. She reached up and held on to his thighs while he rocketed against her, shaking with the force of his climax.
Panting, he laid his palms on the mattress while Evelyn licked his shaft and released him. When he had the strength, he turned her around so her legs dangled off the edge of the bed.
He smiled down at her. “You wreck me.”
Her lips curved. “That’s good. Because you always do the same thing to me.”
He bent to kiss her, tasted himself on her mouth, and licked the curve of her lips, then wound an arm around her waist to deepen the kiss. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him. He swept his hand over her stockings and his dick began to harden again, especially when she arched against him.
He fell onto the bed, keeping his weight off her but needing to feel her body close, needing his cock rubbing against her wet, hot pussy. He reached for one of the condoms, put it on in a hurry, and was inside her, taking in her gasp of pleasure with his mouth on hers.
He rose up, wanting to watch her breathe, to watch her breasts rise and fall as they moved in unison. He wanted to touch her, to rub his fingers over her clit as he thrust in and out of her. He wanted to watch her eyes darken as she rushed ever closer to climax.
And when she wrapped her legs around him again, when her pussy tightened around his cock and he knew she was ready to go off, that’s when he sank deep, when he fucked her harder, when he rubbed his chest against her breast and levered his hips against hers.
And when she screamed, it was the sweetest music she could ever sing, because it made him come hard, grinding against her and groaning out his own orgasm as he slid a hand under her butt to draw her even tighter against him while they both rode it out until they were spent and panting in each other’s ears.
“I don’t think I can move ever again,” she said a few minutes later.
He smiled and swept her hair out of her face. “Fortunately for you, it’s not quite time to check out yet.”
She laughed. “Good. I might be stuck like this for many hours.”
“Yeah, but I’m hungry.”
She rolled over on her side to face him. “What is it with men and sex and the need for food?”
“Protein replacement. When we ejaculate, we have to replenish, you know.”
She rolled her eyes. “I think that’s just an excuse to have a late-night burger.”
“Probably. So what would you like?”
She sat up and slid off the bed. On the way to the bathroom she stopped, turned, and looked at him. “A burger, of course.”
TWENTY-FOUR
EVELYN WAS BEYOND EXCITED TO BE IN ATLANTA, NOT only for the race but the upcoming convention. It was going to be an exciting couple weeks.
Gray agreed to go to the convention and be at his father’s side. The week of the convention was a bye week for racing, so it couldn’t have turned out more perfectly if she’d planned it.
The social media campaign had been going well, and she’d even gotten Gray more involved in that, doing some of his own posts on Facebook and Twitter, which was not only introducing his fans to the senator, it was getting them more involved with Gray on a racing level, which his fans loved. He’d been doing a great job talking about his father and what he was doing on the campaign trail, his father’s platform, and what Gray believed his father could do for the country. Gray mixed that in nicely with weekly race information—how he felt about the last race and information about the upcoming race. He kept his followers in the loop, both politically and race-wise.
He was gaining more followers every day, and hopefully he could see the value of being more directly involved in social media. It was a win-win.
She’d been trying to convince him to give a speech at the convention now that the senator was definitely going to be Cameron’s running mate. So far, Gray had said no, but she could tell from his voice and his body language it wasn’t a firm no. She understood his reluctance. He wasn’t a political kind of guy. Just being at the convention with his dad would be enough support. But if he gave a speech it would seal the deal, and Evelyn knew they’d garner a lot of votes.
Patience. She paced the confines of the trailer. She had to be patient, and everything would fall into place. Which was hard to do when all her peers and everyone who’d been with the senator were working so hard right now at the hotel near the convention center, while she was blazing a hole in Gray’s carpet in his trailer, stopping every few minutes to chew the last stubs off her fingernails or send an email or check polls or the latest blogs or statistics.
Doing nothing when the campaign was about to go into full swing was making her crazy. She wanted to be on the front lines.