Page 143 of Just One Little Bargain

“Like that?”

“Exactly like that.” I loosen my hold, leaving her free to pull away, but she repeats the stroke on her own, following the shape of me.

She traces one fingertip up the thick vein on the underside, base to head, so slowly I have to lock my knees to keep from chasing her hand.

“Evie.” Her name leaves me on a sound too close to a whimper. The satisfaction on her face makes the embarrassment irrelevant.

“Is this okay?”

I look down at her hand on me, then back at her. “I’m trying very hard not to beg.”

Her lips part, and the hand encircling my cock loosens just enough for her other palm to slide underneath and cup my balls. She gathers them carefully, their full weight settling into her soft hand while her fingers curve around the sensitive underside, thumb resting beside the root of my shaft. A heavy ache drags low through me, and I brace harder against the divider when my knees soften.

My mortal form starts to slip. Heat needles beneath my scalp with the first warning of horns, while my fingertips burn as my claws threaten to return. I force the form steady again with what remains of my concentration.

Evie kisses me without hesitation, all trace of uncertainty gone. Her tongue glides over mine as her fingers tighten fractionally beneath me, pulling a broken sound from my throat. When her teeth catch my lower lip, my hips jerk forward on reflex. I grab her hip to steady myself while both her hands conspire against me.

“Tell me what you need.”

“You doing whatever you want to me.” My glasses have slipped low enough to blur her slightly, but I refuse to take my hand off her long enough to fix them. “Just please don’t stop.”

She studies me, then draws her hand away. A protest is halfway out of me before I understand what she’s doing. Evie dips down, lips parting. A glistening strand of spit slips from her tongue and lands across the swollen head of my cock. The warmth trails over the crown and follows the vein underneath.

Her face turns scarlet when she registers what she’s done. “I don’t know why I just—Sorry. That was—”

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for.” I cradle her jaw. “That was perfect. You’re perfect. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you right now, so please, keep going.”

The embarrassment eases. Her palm closes over the slick head, spreading the moisture until the friction disappears beneath a hot, seamless glide. She strokes me again, surer this time, and I nearly lose whatever remains of my composure.

Evie stops stroking, her fist closed tight around me. Then I understand what she wants: she’s leaving the work to me. I thrust into the slick clutch of her grip, setting a desperate rhythm, and there’s no dignity left in me to protect.

“Please,” I rasp, not caring how ruined I sound. “You feel so good.”

Her free hand curves over my ass and pulls me harder into her palm. My careful, guarded Evie, who color-codes her pantry, has one hand on my ass and the other wrapped around my cock in the middle of a cornfield. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to discovering what she keeps folded up beneath all that control. I hope I get the chance to try.

“If you keep going, I’m not going to last.”

Her eyes lift to mine. “Then don’t.”

My abdomen seizes, breath breaking against her lips as the first pulse spills hot across her fingers. Evie keeps her grip firm through the next, anchoring me while my hips jerk helplessly and her name comes apart on my tongue. The orgasm rolls through me longer than it has any right to, each aftershock wringing another broken sound out of me until I’m slumped over her.

She slows only when the intensity becomes almost unbearable, her hand easing along me as the last aftershocks pass. Evie glances at the pearly streaks across her fingers, then lifts that hand and draws a fingertip between her lips.

Her tongue curls over the pad of her finger to gather every trace of me while she watches me. Even wrung out and useless, my cock twitches against her palm. The flicker of triumph that crosses her face tells me she felt it too.

Anything I might say would be stupid, so I kiss her instead, tasting myself on her tongue. She meets me instantly, moaning, her clean hand knotting in my hair. I pull her tighter against me despite the tremble still working through my legs. I’m not ready to put any space between us yet.

When I ease back, her lips are damp, and the drowsy satisfaction on her face is enough to make me hard all over again.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble when I finally pull back. “I had a much more impressive plan in my head.”

“Don’t be.” She reaches down and rights my boxers with careful hands, easing me back into place before drawing the zipper up and fastening the button. When she’s done, she smooths her palm flat against my stomach.

I steal one more kiss. “We should find Maddie before she tears the entire field apart looking for us.”

“Or we let her wonder for another minute.”

“Another minute,” I agree.