Safe From the Dark by Lily Rede

world can be, and you live in secluded
little bubble.”
    Evie
squeaked as Colin grabbed her and hauled her close.
    “Maybe
I’ve managed to keep my nose clean, but that doesn’t mean I think the world is
all sunshine and gumdrops. And yes, I’ve had a series of casual relationships,
but that doesn’t mean that whatever this is between us hasn’t knocked me on my
ass, same as you. And if I have to say it a thousand times, I will. I did not sleep with Deirdre tonight, and I doubt I’m going to any time in the
foreseeable future.”
    Don’t
ask don’t ask don’t ask.
    “Why
not?”
    Evie
cursed internally, but strained to read the answer in his face in the dim glow
of Gram’s porch light.
    I
don’t want to know.
    She
really wanted to know.
    The
answer was so simple, so stunning, and so utterly delicious as he lowered his
mouth to hers, not in the frenzied carnal encounter from earlier, but in a kiss
so sweet and seductive that Evie moaned into his mouth.
    Colin
deftly unsnapped her holster and set her weapon down on the porch railing,
never losing contact with her lips, his tongue stroking hers, hot and wet,
demanding a response with every deft lick.
    She
was barely aware of the move as he eased her down to sit on the porch swing and
knelt on the porch between her legs, pulling her pussy snugly against his
torso. Evie held him tight, exploring the muscles of his shoulders, pulling her
mouth away to taste the hard edge of his jawline and then cruise back to find
his lips. She managed to pull herself out of the sensual stupor when she felt
him undoing the buttons of the shirt under her open jacket. Evie pushed on his
shoulder.
    “We’re
outside.”
    “Mmm-hmmm.”
Colin kissed the skin he exposed at the base of her throat as he undid another
button.
    “Colin,
I don’t know about this.”
    “I
do.”
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    EVIE
WASN’T WEARING A bra. The discovery made Colin feel like cheering, and he
wondered how he could have missed such an important piece of information when
she stomped over earlier that night. It must be the blow to the head, he
reasoned as he pulled the edges of her shirt back to expose the creamy mounds. Round
and plump, and crested with perfectly shaped nipples. Colin’s mouth watered.
    Evie
had gone still under his hands, clearly trying to decide whether to flee or
stay.
    Oh
stay, baby.
    Colin
leaned forward to nuzzle a path between the generous globes. He had a real
thing for breasts, and while Deirdre’s were impressive in a structured, manmade
way, Evie’s tits were full and soft and the very best that Mother Nature had to
offer. He licked his lips, his cock already pounding behind the zipper of his
jeans.
    She
pushed at his shoulder again, but it was less of a push and more of a caress,
and then he felt the bite of her nails as he sucked one luscious berry-shaped
nipple into his mouth.
    “Colin!”
she gasped.
    He
didn’t answer, but words were beyond him anyway. Her nipple was velvety smooth
in his mouth, swollen and sweet as he laved and suckled, plumping and kneading her
other breast in his hand, his head full of the heady scent of Evie and the
vanilla lotion she used.
    Her
fingers threaded through his hair, rasping erotically against his scalp,
careful to avoid the tender lump. Colin pulled back slightly, wishing he could
make out the color of her nipples in the soft glow of the porch light, but it
was too dark. He could see that they were drawn up tight, whether from the cold
or his mouth he didn’t know. He licked one, nipping it lightly with his teeth,
savoring the hitch in her breath.
    “So
sensitive. Think I could make you come just by sucking your tits?”
    “I
don’t – ” She couldn’t finish the thought, and he grinned against her breast,
sliding a hand into the dip at the back of her jeans, caressing the small of
her back and lower, to the very top of the sweet cleft that separated the
cheeks of her ass. She shivered.
    Her
pussy was pressed tightly against