Her breath caught in her throat and her head rolled back.
“Tell me you want my kiss, and I will replace my finger with mytongue.” He stilled his hand and waited for her direction. “But you must tell me.”
Her core was on fire. Her breathing was ragged, and she wanted his wicked offering more than she wanted air, even if it made her nothing more than a wanton. “Yes. Please, Evan.”
He knelt to the floor, so he was positioned between her legs. She trembled when he lifted her skirts, and the cool air heightened the anticipation of what he was about to do.
“I have missed the taste of you,” he confessed. Clasping her bottom, he pulled her closer to the edge of the settee. He massaged her thighs and pushed them further apart before dipping his head between her legs. He brushed his tongue against her center and she cried out.
He paused but didn’t look up. “Isn’t this so much better than hate, love?” Giving her no time to respond or retort, he flicked his tongue against her nub again. Her hands shot to his head, and she plunged her fingers into his hair. Slipping his tongue lower, he slid it inside her and she came undone taste by wicked taste.
Marina could only moan and mumble in response to his attention, unable to speak actual words.
Evan licked and nipped and refocused his tongue’s attention on her pearl. With a single finger, he entered her, eliciting a pleasurable moan and prompting her to grind her body into his finger. “You are so wet and taste so sweet.” As he moved his finger in and out of her core, she felt an overwhelming sensation building within her. “Do you want me to make you come, love?”
She nodded.
He flicked his tongue a single time against her nub. “I want to hear you say it.”
She desired it above all else. “Make me come, Evan,” she said, her voice low and gravely.
He growled before working his tongue against her, and she cried out his name. Another finger joined the first inside her, and she archedher back. “I’m going to drink every last drop.”
She moaned at his words and he covered her nub with his tongue, resuming licking and sucking that would send her over the edge.
The wicked thoughts returned, longing for more. She imagined his cock sliding into the place where his fingers worked her core and longed for the warmth of this body tangled with hers.
Undulating against his hand and mouth, the intensity grew. He reached his free hand for hers and laced their fingers together, holding her hand while he continued his efforts to pleasure her. The electricity from the gesture and the feel of his hand in hers made her shatter. She convulsed and cried out his name.
He didn’t relent, pulling every wave of her climax from her body, slipping his tongue inside of her, lapping up the proof of her climax. She went limp and couldn’t move, exhausted from the sensation.
He righted her skirts before pulling her against him to kiss her, still on his knees between her legs. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him close to her and deepened their kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue, and it ignited all her wicked, wanton thoughts again.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled her to stand. “As much as I would love to pleasure you again and again, we must return. Surely someone is missing you by now.”
“My father, no doubt.”
“I need to see you,” he said. “There is so much I need to say. Tomorrow?” He stared into her eyes, intensity radiating from him.
Frowning, she stepped back from him. “I’ve heard this from you before, Evan.” How could she let herself consider any other outcome besides heartbreak if she let herself continue to get close to him?
He cringed. “Marina, please. Can you find a way to forgive me? This pull between us…I know you feel it, too.”
“That’s never been the concern, Evan,” she said. “I can’t trust you.”
He clasped her hand in his. “Let me see you tomorrow.”
She sighed. “Very well. Come for tea, and then we shall take a stroll in the gardens. We can speak then.” She wanted to believe him. Her heart yearned for the belief that he genuinely cared about her and held remorse for what transpired between them a year ago.
He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. “Thank you.”
Marina’s heart flipped, and she knew she wasn’t just playing with fire, she was dancing with it. She only hoped she wouldn’t get burned this time, even as she invited it to engulf her. She started to leave, but his voice stopped her.
“Do you still wish to kiss Weatherby?” The pain and trepidation evident in his tone.
She turned and contemplated what to say. Did she throw a barb with the intent to hurt him or speak the truth?
“I never wished to kiss Weatherby,” she said, opting for the latter.