I study her gaze. Its fire intensifies as her hands travel up my neck. Her fingertips wander the angles of my face.
Hell, it’s been a lifetime since anything this tender found me.
I’ll break her.
I won’t be able to help it.
“How about this, you can have my hands anywhere you want. Even my mouth. But that’s all.” The last few words are harder to push out than I’d like. Her face falls a little as she nods.
“What do you get?” she whispers against my jaw.
A fleeting moment of her softness against my harsh granite. Her wrapped around me. A moment that’ll probably carry me to a place I’m going to have to claw my way out of when she leaves.
But I’ve been the selfish one too many times before. And if age and experience have taught me anything, it’s that selflessness is the only way to minimize the fallout when it happens. It always finds you. No matter how good you think you’ve made things.
Soft, warm breaths tangle with my own. “Please, Cal.”
This fucking begging.
I’m hard as concrete.
Her hands are threaded through my hair. I drag them down by the wrists and flip her to her back, nuzzling my face into her neck before stringing kisses up her jaw.
I nudge her legs open with my knees and settle over her, my weight propped up on my hands still around her wrists.
Brown eyes stare up at me, her lips parted just the slightest, as her tongue pokes out to wet them.
My body on hers, holding her down, does something carnal to my mind. I smash my mouth to hers. With a whimper, she responds, opening for me. I dive right in, claiming every inch of her mouth, our tongues tangling. Breathlessness devours the last of my air, and I break from the kiss.
These damn clothes are coming off.
How long have I waited to see this beautiful woman naked before me? Too long.
I tug the shirt down, and the stitching tears at the shoulder. One breast overflows over the fabric.
For a moment I think she’s going to struggle free from my grip and tug the shirt back up, but she simply stares at me, waiting for my next move.
“It all goes, Evie. Everything. I want you bare.”
Her breath hitches.
I release my grip, and she sits up a little, allowing me to remove the T-shirt.
I slide it over her head and toss it to the floor.
Leaning back, I tug at those tiny shorts. They slip over her hips easily. They join the shirt on the floor, and her pale-blue panties are all that’s left between me and her. I glimpse up to find her worrying her bottom lip through her teeth.
“Loose the lip, baby girl. We’re not doing that today.”
Her lips part and her eyes intensify as she lifts her hips real slow. Keeping my eyes on hers, I slide the panties over her hips. As the lace reaches her feet, I move the panties over one foot and lift the other. With a kiss to her ankle, I remove the last of the lace, and it flies off the bed.
Lowering her foot to the bed, I spread her wide. Her chest pumps with ragged breaths as I sit back on my heels and take her in. Every delicious fucking inch of her.
Her hands fist the sheets.
“Cal . . .” My name is a plea.
Christ, I knew it. She’sfucking perfect.
