“Since I’m down here,” she said.
And then she yanked his zipper down in one smooth motion.
Oh, no she didn’t.
Evan just stared down at her, his brain unable to process what he was seeing, hearing, feeling. His erection, on the other hand, had no problem figuring out what to do and jumped a little in her direction, rock solid and raring to go.
“I . . . I . . .” Evan cleared his throat and tried again. “You don’t like to do that.” She hadn’t. It had made her uncomfortable, and after a few aborted attempts where she had tried just to please him, Evan had given up on o**l s*x. He hadn’t wanted her to do anything she wasn’t totally into.
“I’m not eighteen anymore.”
The desire to feel her mouth over him warred with the sudden annoyance that she had learned to like it with some other guy. What had he done that Evan hadn’t? Or was it just an age and maturity thing?
“We’re in the driveway,” he said, though a glance in both directions showed no one was around. It was late and dark and her car was low. Someone would really have to be bending over and looking to see anything.
But it seemed like he should protest.
“You don’t want me to?” She started to pull away, shrugging as she struggled to sit up. “Okay.”
Evan’s hand flew out without any hesitation and grabbed her shoulder to stop her. He wasn’t f**king stupid. “No, no, of course not. Just making sure you’re cool with this.”
“I don’t start what I’m not willing to finish.”
Well, that was debatable, but he wasn’t going to get into it with her. Not when her mouth was hovering over his naked cock, her breath hot and teasing on his flesh.
“Then I’ll stop talking and let you do your thing.”
When her lips touched his skin, Evan clamped his lips shut and concentrated on breathing. Flexing his fingers, he decided he just needed to lift them off of her altogether or he was going to end up squeezing her, pumping her up and down on him. That wouldn’t be cool. This needed to be her show.
Which it was. Kendall flicked her tongue across his head before sliding it down the length of him. Just that little tease had him clenching every muscle in his body. He reached out for the door handle for something to hold on to as she fully closed her slick mouth over him and took him deep.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Evan closed his eyes for a second to just savor the tight, hot feeling, but then he opened them again. He wanted to see Kendall over him. She was moving faster now, her blond hair falling forward over her cheeks, surrounding him. With her fingers she encircled him below her mouth, squeezing tightly.
“Oh, shit,” he said, before he could stop himself. “That feels good.”
Pulling off of him with a juicy pop, she gave him a sly smile. “That’s the point.”
Yeah, she wasn’t eighteen anymore. For which he was suddenly really grateful. “Then I won’t state the obvious.” Evan lifted his arms and folded them behind his head in a posture of relaxation. “I’ll just enjoy it.”
Not that he was even remotely relaxed. But something about having his hands off her as she slipped her tongue over him again made the pleasure all that more intense. When she started moving faster, her mouth and fingers working in tandem, Evan did close his eyes. This was serious ecstasy. This was the kind of desire that had his whole body tightening, his mind emptying, his heart racing. This had all of him concentrated right there, in her hands and under her slick, hot mouth.
It went on and on, a delicious base rhythm, tripping every nerve ending from head to toe, driving him closer and closer to the edge.
But somehow, and without biting his own tongue off, Evan managed to keep from coming. He didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to finish before he could drive her to the same madness.
“Kendall, let’s go inside.”
She didn’t speak and she didn’t stop. She might have shaken her head no, but he wasn’t sure. Evan tried to back up, but there was nowhere to go. “Kendall.”
There was no pause. She just kept sucking him, and Evan was feeling a little desperate. This was not going to happen. He was a grown man and he was going to make this last all f**king night.
So he took her head and pulled her off him, gently but effectively.
She panted, her cheeks squeezed between his hands, her lips puffy and shiny, eyes dark with lust. “What?”
“We’re going inside.” Evan managed to haul and nudge her up into a pseudo sitting position. Then he kissed those beautiful lips that had just been driving him insane. She tasted salty and aroused and eager, her mouth greeting his enthusiastically.
“Oh,” she said, her arms coming up around his back. “Evan.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. His name spoken on such a heady sigh of delight had him feeling that unpleasant twist inside his chest again. Ignoring that, he concentrated on what a giant turn-on it was that she was so aroused herself.
“Baby, inside, come on, now. Let’s go.” Shoving his erection back into his pants, for the most part, Evan turned the car off and opened the door.
Kendall looked floppy and sexy and disappointed, but she threw her hair back and opened the passenger door.
Evan shut the door, then came around the front of her car, holding the keys out for her. “I don’t think I make a very good chauffeur.”
She gave him a smile, snatching the keys. “Not if this is how you end your nights after driving people around.”
“Only with you, baby.”
“The name is Kendall.”
He laughed as he hit the code to open his garage door. “Is ‘baby’ sexist?”
“I think almost everything that comes out of your mouth is sexist.”
Evan would have been offended except he knew Kendall wasn’t serious. If she were, she would have pulled out of his driveway already. “Then I might as well just call you what I really want to. I have my heart set on a new nickname for you.”
“What is it?” She shot him a suspicious look as she followed him into his garage.
“Nope. Not telling yet. A nickname this good needs the perfect moment to reveal it.”
The scowl that crossed her face almost made him forget about the need to have sex immediately if not sooner. Teasing Kendall was a whole lot of fun. She rose to the bait every single time.
“You don’t really have one, do you?”
He did, but there was no way he was saying it out loud. “Believe what you want.” Evan took her hand, small yet calloused by all her years of driving and working on engines. It was a real woman’s hand, not the soft perfection of some of those Hollywood-type chicks he had dated. He and Kendall had a lot more in common than he’d ever had with any of those women. “Just come on inside.”