Everett is kissing me.
Gruff, antagonistic Everett is kissing me.
On the mouth.
With lips.
And tongue.
Oh my god.
I come to my senses—albeit slowly—and place my hands on his chest, giving him a slight push. On my own, I’m not strong enough to move him, but he parts from me without complaint, his hazel eyes hooded with desire. The unbridled heat in his gaze makes my stomach curdle.
“Everett, you need to speak clearly. What do you want from me?” I can’t help the vulnerability that seeps into my voice.
I don’t think I can handle him pulling me in and then pushing me away again. My poor heart has been abused and beaten and stomped on; it’s understandably fragile, and I’m terrified the wrong word will break it completely.
“I…I want a chance, Thea. That’s all.” His fingertips graze my cheek, leaving tingles in their wake.
Everett has pushed me away from the very first day, yet he continually looked after me in his own subtle way. He fed me, bought me clothes, protected me. Beneath his cantankerous exterior is a total teddy bear.
Before I can lose my nerve, I lean forward and kiss him once more. I hold perfectly still, simply breathing him in, and then his lips begin to move underneath mine. Slowly. Seriously. It feels as if he’s savoring the kiss, savoring me.
A giddy, euphoric feeling bubbles in my chest as I deepen the kiss, reaching out to run my fingers through his shaggy, blond-brown hair. The strands feel soft to the touch, and when I tug on them, he growls low in his throat. The sound sends a rippling wave of heat straight through me.
I push both of our blankets aside and move until I’m straddling his lap. His hard cock presses against me, straining against the denim of his jeans.
Holy fuck.
I didn’t expect kissing Everett to be like this. He consumes me, one swipe of his tongue at a time. My entire body transforms into one giant goose bump, and wave after wave of fire rushes through my veins.
Everett gently pushes me away, his lips slightly puffy and a dazed expression on his face.
“Thea…” He says my name like a prayer, his face scrunching together in what appears to be pain.
“Everett,” I say.
“We need to stop.” Even as he says this, he thrusts his hips upwards, his cock brushing against me oh so deliciously through the material of his pants.
“Umm…” Instinctively, I rock against him, and he moans low in his throat. “You don’t really seem like you want to stop.”
“Want to?” He chuckles wickedly. “No. Need to?” He lowers his hands to my waist and then lifts me up as if I weigh nothing.He deposits me onto the couch beside him once more. “I’m not going to fuck you today, baby.”
“But…why?”
Do I whine? Yes. I have absolutely no shame. Apparently, my time on this earth has transformed me into a shameless hussy.
A dark, ravishing smile tugs up his lips. “Because I want to be worthy of you before I fuck you. I want to earn every moan you give me, every plea for more. And when I finally take you to bed, there will be no going back for either of us. You will be mine.”
His eyes ensnare mine, burning with possession. “So let me woo you. Let me be worthy of you. Then I’ll rip your clothes apart, spread your creamy thighs, and fuck you until you’re screaming my name for everyone to hear.”
I gulp as liquid heat rushes through me.
Is it hot in here?
I absently bring my hand up to fan my cheeks, hoping that will help alleviate the fire in them.
Everett smirks cockily, as if he knows exactly where my mind has gone, and leans forward to kiss my forehead. “Go to bed, baby. We have a busy day ahead of us.”
