I lead him up the stairs, and with each one I take, my heart races faster. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I know being with Everett isn’t wrong. My marriage is over—it has been for a long time—and I deserve to be touched by someone who sees me as more than a burden.
When we get into my bedroom, he turns me to face him, and his mouth is instantly on mine again. We kiss, and the notes ofhis beer from earlier and his familiar peppermint taste sweep against my tongue. He walks me backward as I cling to him, my bare chest against his.
Everett’s hands move to my pajama shorts, and he slides them slowly down my legs, leaving me in nothing but a pair of black panties. He’s on his knees before me, and I shiver when he kisses my leg.
He stares up at me, his eyes filled with lust. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick, and he kisses up my body.
When he’s standing, I hook my fingers in the waistband of his sweats and push them down. “Just tonight,” I say again.
“Or anytime you want,” he says with a cocky smile.
I have a feeling if this is half as good as I think it will be, I’m going to be begging for more.
The backs of my legs hit the mattress. “Lie down, Violet.”
I do as he asks and wait for him to climb up to me, but he doesn’t. He stands there, staring down at me, the heat in his eyes felt all through my body.
“If I might only have tonight, then I’m going to make the most of it.” Those words send a shiver down my spine, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything hotter. He pulls my panties down, leaving me completely bare to him. “Fuck.Yeah,I’m going to have you every way I can.”
“Everett.” I sigh his name.
“Do you know what I regretted the most after I lost you?”
I shake my head.
“That I never had a chance to know what your cunt tasted like on my tongue. I’m going to rectify that mistake tonight. I’m going to make you come that way and then on my cock and maybe my fingers.”
I feel like I unleashed a beast I didn’t know before. “Three times?”
He chuckles. “We’ll see if I can beat that before the sun comes up.”
If he only knew I’ve never had multiples. In fact, I haven’t been able to orgasm without help in a long time, which was something that always pissed my husband off.
“You should know something,” I say carefully.
“What?”
This is so embarrassing, but if I don’t say it, I know I’ll regret it. “I don’t ... come ... easily. I struggle and I ... it’s not going to be you. It’s me.”
He laughs once. “Are you saying that you don’t think I can do it?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“If you’re saying it might take all night, then we’re wasting time. Open your legs for me.”
“But . . .”
“Open your legs, Violet. I have nothing but time, and I promise, it’s not a hardship to have to spend hours between your thighs if that’s what it takes.”
My heart is racing, but I do as he says, spreading myself to his gaze. His head lowers, and he kisses the inside of my knee. “What time is it?”
What the hell does he care about the time for? “Does it matter?”
“Look at the clock,” he commands.
I turn my head. “It’s twelve-oh-seven.”
“Got it.”
