Page 137 of Against All Odds


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Can someone die from desire? If so, I’m nearing that tipping point. “Everett,” I moan, and he chuckles.

Then he pushes me so I’m even farther from him. Right when my lips part so I can complain, he moves his one hand to my clit, rubbing circles, sending fire through my veins.

God, I’m so ready.

He has to feel how ready I am.

“So wet,” he praises. “Now, we aren’t alone on this plane. So you’re going to need to be very quiet. Can you do that for me?”

Right now I’d do anything he asked.

I nod. “Yes, I can be quiet.”

Everett’s grin is full of mischief. “Hands on the wall.” I sit up, placing them there, and he slides down the bed. Oh God. “Keep them there.”

“Everett,” I pant.

He rips my underwear in one sharp tug, exposing me to him. Then he slips a finger inside me and I moan, my head falling back. But he doesn’t stay inside long. Instead he removes it and I look down, desperate to see why he stopped when suddenly he grabs my hips.

“Sit on my face and let me taste you.”

Yup. I’m dead.

Everett positions me exactly where he wants. When his tongue flicks my clit, I almost lose it. I bite down on my lip, trying to hold in the moans as he does it over and over again. My hips begin to move as I’m desperate for my release.

It’s building higher and higher, and my heart is pounding, my palm sliding down the wall, my muscles trembling.

“I can’t hold on,” I say, and Everett redoubles his effort.

He pushes a finger in, fucking me with his mouth and hand. Then his other hand slides up my round stomach, and he rolls my nipple. My muscles tighten before I shatter to pieces.

I’m able to keep from screaming, but I’m definitely not quiet.

At some point Everett put me on my back, and he’s leaning back on his heels, and I turn my head to the side to gather myself.

“Look at me,” he commands. The deep timbre of his voice causes me to obey. “I love you. I want your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me as I make love to you.”

His palm cups my cheek, and I hold the back of his neck. He kisses my eyes, my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, and then my lips.

“Make love to me, Everett. I need you,” I say when he pulls back from the gentle kiss he pressed to my lips.

I feel him push inside me, inch by inch while we stare deep into each other’s eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. My heart. My soul. The breath in my lungs. Everything I am is for you.”

I gasp as he thrusts deeper. “I love you. God, I love you so much it hurts.”

“No, baby, it never hurts. Feel how good this is?” He rocks his hips again. “We fit together because you were made for me.”

“Yes,” I moan, arching my back to meet him. “For you. I need you.”

“I’m yours.”

We make love like this. Slowly, sensually, as though we are the only people in the world, and right now, it feels like we are.

Tens of thousands of feet in the air, in the sky—alone.

Every part of me is now his. Not that I wasn’t before, but this is so different, so intense.

It’s more than the incredible pleasure—it’s two souls connecting. All the fears, questions, and pain I’ve endured are being erased by his touch.