Dopplebanger (Meet-Cute #5)

Chapter 25

TWENTY-FIVE

Begging wasn’t usually my M.O., but he’d taken me from want territory to desperate need territory and I was about to explode. Who knew you could even get so close to coming from nipple play?

Evan dropped to his knees and everything inside of me whooshed up, up, up, like that moment in a carnival ride before the drop. Only this was anticipation, not fear.

This ridiculously hot guy was on his knees in front of me, and I’d never felt more powerful or sexy in my life.

He curled his fingers into the waistband of my thong, roughly jerked it down, and then his mouth was on me, and “Oh. My… Uhnnn. ”

I drove my fingers into his hair, scraping my nails over his scalp as his tongue roved over me, awakening a depraved part of me that thirsted for more. It’d never taken over so quickly or so fully to where I didn’t worry about the fact that he was seeing me so very naked, and I didn’t bother holding back any of the gratified sounds emanating from my lips.

If I moaned louder, he took note, focusing on that spot until I was right on the verge of coming undone. Then he’d back off and lavish attention on another spot that made me moan and writhe and forget if I even had a name, much less what it was.

“So fucking hot,” he said, and my lower muscles tensed, bracing for what was about to come. “Tell me something.” The combination of soft lips and scruff against my clit sent the world spinning faster and faster. “Have you been this wet for me this whole time?”

A shallow breath escaped, the last of my oxygen along with it. “Pretty much every day on the road trip, yeah.”

He gave one long lick that felt like the best reward I’d ever received in my life—screw gold stars. This was what I wanted from here on out.

I moved my hands back to his hair. “I should punish you for making me wait so long.”

“Trust me, baby, it was as hard for me as it was for you.”

“I plan on seeing exactly how hard you are in a second.”

His fingers dug into the skin of my thighs, and I cried out as he bit the inside of one.

“Fine. No punishments,” I yielded, my voice shaky. “Just rewards. I like rewards.”

I gripped the nearest post, sure my knees were about to give way. Then Evan pushed a finger inside of me, and I sagged against the fence, no longer in control of my limbs. He added another finger, curling them to hit a spot deep inside that ignited mini-earthquakes that grew bigger, faster…

“Evan,” I said as I came around his fingers, his mouth still working its exhilarating magic on me. Then I slid down, vaguely recognizing he’d caught me and clasped me to him.

Something flickered through his features, an indescribable emotion melding with the adoration and passion. But just when I was going to ask if he was okay, he lowered his lips to mine, kissing away the hint of worry and turning me back into a nympho in search of getting laid.