Page 57 of Tough Love

“I’m sorry if it makes me a heartless arsehole,” he murmurs against my mouth, “but I don’t give a fuck what day it is.”

“Neither do I.” I crash my mouth against his again, tasting the resolve on his tongue.

His rough palm strokes the side of my neck, slipping around to my throat. I let out a needy whimper that I’m totally not ashamed of as he slips his touch lower, skimming over my hard nipples through the fabric of my top.

Shimmying on the counter, I jerk the hem of my sweatshirt free from beneath me and guide his hand under the soft fabric. He groans into my mouth as his hand slides across my stomach and to my side, gripping my waist hard as he jerks me toward him and straight into his hard cock.

I’m totally going to hell for this.But what a thing to be punished for.

We were intimate as teenagers, sharing endless hours entwined on each other’s beds, but nothing like this. He left before we took things to the next level, before the heavy petting became a desperate need to fuse every ounce of our being as one for a few fleeting moments of unbridled passion.

I loved the boy, but damn, I’m in love with the confidence of the man.

Thankful that he removed the tie while we were cooking dinner, I wrestle with the buttons of his shirt, popping them open to reveal the magic I knew lurked beneath. His skin is tanned, in the way that shows a man isn’t averse to a bit of hard labour on the weekend. I run my palms over the swell of his shoulders and down his chest, giggling against his mouth as his pecs twitch beneath my wandering hands.

“Fuck, woman. Your hands on me are heaven,” he mumbles between kisses.

I slip the shirt off his shoulders, and he lets go of me to shake it off, the buttons making a dull clatter as the clothing hits the tiles.

The man is sculpted perfection. I move my lips from his to skim them over his thick neck, grazing my teeth over his traps and running a path along his collarbone with my tongue. Evan groans, his hands finding home against my midsection as squeezes my waist hard, grinding me against his erection.

The chance we could get caught is real, but there’s no way I can stop this now. He’s set fire to the dormant parts of me, and the flames rage in the barren depths.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, gripping the back of my head as I run a circle around his nipple with my tongue.

“Everything you have to give,” I murmur against his chest. “No regrets this time.”

“No regrets,” he echoes.

I want it all. I want to remember what it’s like to be worshipped and adored. I want the bad memories I have replaced with good. And I want him to be the one to do it.

The dome on my jeans pops open with a snap, and he leans back enough to see what he’s doing as he slowly lowers the zipper. My heart skips a beat as I watch his massive hands so delicately unwrap the most sensitive parts of me.

It’s erotic as hell.

A cheeky smirk graces his gorgeous face, and he twists his wrist to dip his hand inside my panties. I groan as his fingers graze my folds, my head dropping back as I close my eyes.

“Say when,” he whispers before kissing me gently as a finger slips inside.

I grind into his hand like the hussy I am, hoping for more. He doesn’t disappoint. A second finger joins the first, and he pumps them a couple of times before slipping his hand free of my jeans to lick the digits clean.

I swear I almost come watching his eyes drift closed. “Fuck, that’s sweet.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

He grins, his sharp eyes focused on my face as he dips his fingers in again, working me up with a not so gentle pace. I writhe on the counter, wishing I could strip naked and give him free access to all of me, but the logical part of me reminds me to stay clothed in case weareinterrupted.

His fingers curl toward the sweet spot, and he twists his hand enough to apply pressure to my sensitive clit with his thumb. I bite my bottom lip to keep from groaning too loud, and let my head drop back as he picks up the pace. Hot lips skim my throat, and my senses overload.

He growls against my flesh as my muscles contract around his fingers, milking him for everything he has.

“Oh my God,” I mumble on a moan as my nerves come alive all at once, the remnants of my climax rippling through my legs in a shudder.

Evan pulls his hand free, licking his fingers clean once more while he caresses my face with his free hand. “You have no idea how bad I want to strip you naked and bury my face in you.”

“About as bad asIwant you to?”

“Fuck, Amelia.” He steps back as I sit up, and adjusts himself. “I’m strung so damn tight right now.”

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