Free Snake Charmer (Diamondbacks Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Evelyn Glass Page A

settled on top of him and guided him to her entrance. She helped him slide inside of her, and she threw her head back and moaned when he was finally in. Being able to finally clench around Lind—after so much time spent literally dreaming about it—was an emotion so intense that it was almost enough to send her over the edge, but she firmly held herself back.
     
    As she sat on top of him, Lind pushed himself up on one elbow and reached down with his free hand, teasing her clitoris. Eve cried out in surprise.
     
    “So…not…fair…” she gasped.
     
    The combination of his cock inside of her and her finger teasing her was almost too much to bear. He grinned in satisfaction.
     
    Eve took it upon herself to find the rhythm this time, that perfect cadence for the both of them that Lind had carefully searched for. She swiveled her hips back and forth and side to side, dancing her favorite dance in the world. It started out slow, but soon it was frantic and raw and passionate. It couldn’t be any other way, not after they had been forced apart and had wanted each other for such a long time. They both wanted it faster, deeper, rougher.
     
    Lind pushed himself up further—so that he too was sitting—and wrapped his arms around her waist. Eve responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. They were locked, and nothing and no one could ever break that embrace again. They traded kisses the whole time, biting and sucking, both of them starving for each other. Lind’s thrusts became more frantic and energetic, until both of them were hovering dangerously over the point of no return.
     
    It was a blur of hungry, starving touches. Of explosive tastes. Of overwhelming ecstasy. They came in unison, like Eve never thought was actually possible. They rode the aftershocks with their faces buried in each other’s neck, not to hide from their passion but to experience it to the fullest.
     
    Once it was over, they didn’t move for a very long time. They both longed to get lost in each other’s arms. 
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
     
    When Eve walked into her condo apartment, she was not surprised to find that it wasn’t empty. Alan was sitting on the couch in the living room, and he shot to his feet the minute she walked into the room.
     
    “Where were you?” he demanded.
     
    The fact that he sounded accusatory rather than worried played a major role in further convincing Eve that she was doing the right thing. She had disappeared for three days, and all he could think about was that she had been with another man. The thought that something might have happened to her did not even cross his mind.
     
    Eve stared at him coolly. “That’s none of your business.”
     
    “None of my business?” he repeated, incredulous. “My fiancée goes M.I.A., again , and it’s none of my business?”
     
    Eve took a deep breath. She knew she had to stay calm; the last thing they needed was for two tempers to flare.
     
    “I’m fine, by the way,” she said sarcastically.
     
    The words seemed to wake him up somehow, and Alan paused in his anger. He sighed heavily. “I’m sorry,” he said. “You’re right. Are you okay?”
     
    “I’m fine,” Eve repeated. “And no, I did not run off with another man.” Technically speaking, at least.
     
    Alan looked at her with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. “Where were you then?”
     
    “Alan, sit down,” she said. “We need to talk.”
     
    He hesitated for a moment, but then he obliged and sat on the white, faux leather couch.
     
    Eve took a seat on the armchair, close enough to look at him in the eye but far enough away to be out of easy reach should his temper get the best of him again.
     
    “This isn’t working,” she said after a few moments had gone by, in which Alan miraculously remained silent. She needed to make sure she had his full attention before she went on. “Us. I’m sure you can see that.”
     
    “Maybe it would work if you didn’t