Page 48 of Eden's Deliverance

Even in this moment with somebody new, my thoughts scrounge up the memory of my last Eden visit with Casanova. It was probably the only other time I’ve ever let someone carry me, and we all know how that ended.

Ass, meet floor.

Fuck, I don’t want to be thinking about him. I need to get my shit together or I’m going to ruin this as soon as it starts.

It's a little easier to stay in the moment when Skylar’s hands cradle my ass, squeezing it roughly every time I grind against him. Right now, I’m thanking whoever created lacrosse for giving this man a body so hard you could bounce a coin off it.

The rugged texture of his jeans is heaven against my aching clit, only separated by the thin fabric of my panties which slide with me as I ride the bulge of his pants.

“Fuck,” he moans into my open mouth, tongue licking inside to swirl around my own before closing the kiss off again. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?”

I don’t.

Maybe I’m just an idiot, but I had no clue he wanted anything to do with me until twenty minutes ago. He’s never shown me anything but the worst of himself. He’s never made any moves on me. He doesn’t even call me by my real name.

Idon’tknow how long he’s wanted this, but I have a feeling he’s about to show me.

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Skylar

This is either going to be the best decision of my life or the worst.

Only time will tell, but I’m not about to dwell on it. She’s finally here in my arms, saying yes for once—actually choosingmeinstead of Julian or some other tool from the club.

She tastes so sweet, the mint of her toothpaste touching the tip of my tongue when I dip it into her mouth. The scent of her shampoo surrounds me, invading my nostrils with every breath.

Every time I grind into her pussy, she lets out these sexy little sighs that only spur me on. I’ve got her up against the wall, hands squeezing the flesh of her bare ass, swallowing all the helpless breaths of air she feeds to me as if I could save them for later.

I’m impressed with my level of improvisation tonight, and it’s insane to think we’d almost had a completely different interaction. It wasn’t hard to tell something was up with her at dinner. She keptlookingat me, and not like she usually does. She was starting to put it together; she recognized me.

There hasn’t been enough time for my beard to grow back in since I last saw her asBroody,so I had to comb it out to look longer.

Thesecond I saw her eyeing my watch before frantically typing on her phone, it was obvious what she was doing. I only had to write out my own message while she was looking down, then discreetly send it when she was eyeing the watch again.

After that, it was easy to prepare myself for this particular confrontation. She never answeredBroody,so I typed out the second message and waited for the opportune moment—her explosion on the porch—to pull the trigger.

I know it seems like I’m just a fanatic for mind games, but I can’t really help it if things work out that way. It’s better for everybody, clearly. She’s mad atBroodyfor disrespecting her personal space, so I get to reap the benefits of her revenge ploy.

“Please,” she mewls, pulling away from the kiss to bury her face into the side of my neck. When she starts nipping at the skin, I really lose my shit, ripping her from the wall to march us inside.

The guest room where I stay is on the first floor, through the kitchen—where the back door is—and down the hall. Thank fuck, because there’s no way I’m about to ravage Gene’s daughter in her childhood bedroom, right across the hall from his own. What would my poor mother think?

I only make it a few steps past the threshold when she bites into a chunk of my neck, sucking like her life depends on it.

This bitch is going to kill me.

I’m not going to make it. Spinning to my right, I find the nearest countertop and set her on it before stealing another kiss. She’s crying for it, begging for me to take her, but I want this to last as long as possible.

I’ve waited so fucking long for this. I bided my time by watching from a distance, dreaming and fantasizing about her whenever possible. I need this more than I’ve needed anything else in my life, and it’s worth the wait.

Her shirt lifts easily when I dive in, suckling on her breasts like a fucking infant. Her tits are beautiful—so big and heavy, they could smother the light from my eyes and I’d still ask for more.

She squirms like she’s having a damn seizure when I suck on her nipple, twirling my tongue around the hardening bud while her hips buck into me. I’m having the time of my life until she says, “This is so fucked up.”

I’m confused. Her feet are digging into my ass, forcing me closer. Her hand is curled around the nape of my neck, unwilling to let me move from her chest.

I manage to pry myself loose, straightening up to meet her gaze. “Do you want to stop?” I ask, but I’m not sure I could handle her saying yes.

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