“How long have you been downstairs thinking about this?” I ask, curling my digits forward.
Her back arches, head falling back onto the Fresnel.
“A while . . .” The syllables are breathy.
I clasp my lips around one delicious damn nipple, and she opens further for me.
“Good girl. I want to see you come on my face, on my fingers, and on my cock. If this is our last time, it’s going to be fucking perfect.”
“Fuc—per—oh . . . god.”
She comes, hard. Gripping waves quiver over my fingers. I pump in a rough rhythm, watching her beautiful face wreck right in front of me.
On a pant, her pretty pink tongue pokes out as she wets her bottom lip. That gorgeous thing will be in my dreams for years, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
She grabs my face as she straightens and moves off the lamp, her mouth finding mine. My little woman is so wound up.
I didn’t stand a damn chance.
Her tongue slides inside my mouth and I battle for control. Who am I kidding? When it comes to Eve Holland, I have none.
Fingers traveling the contours of her collarbones, neck and jaw, I draw her attention. As she breaks at the kiss, I pull her onto my hips. Cycling through ragged breaths, she stares at me like I could disappear at any second and she is dreading the moment. With one foot, I turn over the wooden crate housing a few spare rags and brushes. They clatter to the floor as the upturned crate settles.
I sit on the crate and deposit her on my lap. “Here do, baby girl?” My words are soft.
They take her by surprise. She’s used to rough Cal. Grumpy lighthouse keeper.
Not this time.
There’s no place for anything but me loving on this woman right now.
I flip the sundress up and knead her ass. She rocks in my lap, her wetness soaking through my pants as she rubs her sweet pussy along my aching cock.
Lightning floods every nerve as she bends down and nips my neck, dusting kisses up toward my jaw. Teeth close around my pounding pulse, so light it razes me to the ground. Her tenderness. Her tender heart, putting mine back together.
“Stay right here,” Evie breathes against my ear. “Stay with me, here.”
“Not going anywhere, baby girl.”
Her hands wander until the button on my pants pops and she is desperately tugging at them. I rise and set her on her feet. When I’m naked as the day I came into this life and she is standing bared before me, I settle back on the crate. She takes a slow, small step toward me. My mouth aches to savor those dusky nipples. Cock so fucking hard it’s painful, I wait through each small step she takes.
Drawing it out like she knows it’s our last time.
Like a weapon she can wield against me.
Her legs straddle my lap, still standing, and I run my hands over her hips, leaning down and kissing her belly. Her fingers weave through my hair as I dip and swirl my tongue over her clit, digging into my scalp.
Fuck me, Evie.
I was born to love you, woman. I could spend the rest of my days like this.
The taste of her.
The feel of her.
Every tiny fucking sweet sound that slips through those pretty damn lips...
The last of the light slips away outside, and I lift one elegant, long leg to drape it over my shoulder.
