He did remember that much.
“Not always.”
“I don’t know, Kendall. I was a kid. I took Eve with me and she helped me pick it out.”
“Your sister knew you were going to propose?”
“Yep.” Her ear really did taste good. Evan was starting to get turned on, his hands roaming just a little higher to cover her slick br**sts.
“Huh. What did you tell her when we broke up?”
“I didn’t. Guys don’t talk about that kind of stuff. It was just obvious.”
“I wonder what she thinks of me.”
“Who cares? And I doubt she gives it much thought.” Though truth be told, Evan had no clue what his sister thought about. She was wound tight, and he didn’t really understand her most of the time. He just knew that if he needed a sparring partner, Eve was always ready to go a round.
“But I don’t want to talk about my sister. I want to talk about your perfect ni**les.”
Evan tweaked them both at the same time, appreciating the gasp Kendall gave.
“What about them?”
“About how much I adore them and how badly I want to suck them right now.”
“I’m facing the wrong way and I’m covered in bubbles.”
“Always so damn logical.” Slipping his hand down between her legs, he teased at her clitoris. He loved when he got her so hot she forgot to make sense.
“I don’t think I can come again . . . I’ve already achieved some kind of record.”
“Who says you have to come? We’re just playing. Half the fun is getting there, you know.” Evan dipped his tongue into her ear at the same time he moved his finger inside her.
She sighed. “Okay. I guess I can handle that.”
“You can handle a lot of things.” His erection bumping into her backside, Evan suddenly wanted more. All. Everything Kendall had to give. If this was it, he wanted to milk every moment of pleasure that he possibly could. “Up.” He patted her bottom.
“What do you mean?”
“On all fours.”
“No. I’m relaxed.”
Evan pulled his fingers back, his mouth thick with desire, the heat of the water steaming up the room, turning Kendall’s skin pink and dewy.
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I want you on all fours.”
“Oh, for crying out loud.” She made lots of grumbling sounds that Evan knew were pure bullshit.
She wanted to mess around just as much as he did, which was evidenced by the way she stroked his erection in the process of changing positions.
When she was up on her knees, her perfect little ass facing him, covered with bubbles, her back arched, damp tendrils of hair trailing down her back, she asked, “What am I doing like this, exactly?”
As if she needed to ask.
Evan got on his knees also and pushed his erection inside her, finding her tight and welcoming. She gasped.
“Give a girl some warning.”
“You knew what I was going to do.” She knew it and she loved it. Just like he did. Evan held her hips and thrust into her, glancing over and discovering that while he couldn’t see their bodies because the mirror was too high, he could see Kendall’s face reflected in it.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in pleasure. Her hair was clumped to her forehead, finally losing some of its height and volume as it wilted in the heat, and her cheeks were pink. Everything about her seemed to glisten and glow and she looked absolutely beautiful to Evan. More than beautiful. A word beyond beautiful that he couldn’t think of, but knew had to exist.
Kendall started to move her hips, so that when he thrust, they collided together hard. “Oh, damn,” he told her. “You’re so sexy.”
The heat of the room, the sloshing of the water, the slap of their skin, and the increasing volume of Kendall’s cries rose around him, but all he could think about was how amazing it felt to be with her, to be inside her, to give, to take, to share their pleasure.
When he felt her orgasm, those inner muscles contracting and clinging to him, he gritted his teeth and let himself explode along with her.
It was intimate and almost profound, the scent of the bath beads clogging his nostrils, and the taste of her still on his tongue, the need for her, an ache ten years long, still in his heart.
CHAPTER TWELVE
KENDALL really thought it was possible she wasn’t going to be able to hold herself up as she climbed out of the tub. She felt exhausted, in a good way, but drained nonetheless. Evan was holding her hand, which was probably the only thing keeping her from puddling to the ground in a post-orgasmic blob.
She hadn’t been kidding when she’d told him that this was a record for the highest number of orgasms in one day. One night, really. And yet he was still giving her lecherous looks as he handed her a towel.
He swiped a stray bubble off her shoulder before leaning in and kissing her mouth, then her nose, which just made her want to rub it. It was such a strange feeling, this sort of intimacy swirling around them. They had done something here tonight, changed the rules of the game, and she wasn’t sure what that meant exactly.
Just that she couldn’t stroll away with an awkward thumbs-up this time.
“Let me dry you off.” Evan opened the towel and rubbed it down her arms with just the right amount of pressure, not wimpy, but not vibrating her whole body as he peeled a layer of her skin off either. It was like his massage technique—just perfect.
“I can dry myself off.”
“But this is more fun.”
“This is going to lead to more sex, which is going to lead to me being crippled and unable to walk tomorrow.”
Evan grinned. “Yeah? Because I have such a big dick, right?”
She could have bet twenty bucks he’d say that and won easily. “I’m not even going to respond to that. Wait. Yes, I am. Thanks for the sympathy. You’ll be bouncing around tomorrow and I’ll be carrying a doughnut pillow to sit on when we’re on the plane.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“Not by much.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you alone, Jay. But I’m going to cuddle with you whether you like it or not.”
He dried her legs, and managed to lick her inner thighs only once. Kendall was amazed she felt anything at all. She would have thought she’d be numb there by now. Or that all her girl bits might have fallen off from overuse.
But they were still there and still capable of feeling a pang of arousal. Certain that she would die if they tried to have sex again, Kendall backed away from him. “I’m a kick-ass cuddler.”