Page 29 of Starry Night Kisses

“Who, me?” He feigns shock and waves me off. “Nah. Maybe a little presumptuous, but not cocky,” he exclaims with a,‘I would never,’attitude.

“Presumptuous? Yeah, maybe just a little,” I tease.

His demeanor turns serious. “I’ve known I wantyou for a long time, Evie. I just manifested I’d get the chance, and when I did, I knew I needed to do whatever it took to keep you.”

“Six weeks is a long time?”

His signature smirk sets my insides on fire, and for a moment, I wonder what it would be like to have sex on top of a mountain.

As though he knows precisely where my dirty thoughts have strayed, Eric maneuvers me back against the rock, covering my mouth with his in a heated kiss.

Archer whines, which causes Bagel to start making a commotion as well, and we laugh as we look at our poor pups, who are staring at us like they know we were about to scar them for life.

“Let’s head back,” Eric whispers against my lips before kissing me again. “I have a big dinner planned and then averyspecial dessert.”

“I love dessert.” I draw him down for another kiss. “Is it a surprise, or can I know what it is?”

“It’s not a surprise.” He shakes his head before smoothly transitioning into nodding it. “Intimates’mores.”

“Intimate?” I can only imagine what that means, and the anticipation of mixing chocolate and marshmallows with sex curls down my limbs, hot and heavy. “How do the graham crackers fit into that?” I ask with a lilt, arching my brow.

That damn sexy smirk crawls across his face again. “Baby, there are no graham crackers on this camping trip.”

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“Itold you, I got curious. I know what the ladies are into right now. Masked men, stalkers, being tied up and forced to have a million orgasms.”

Evelyn’s breath hitches as I nip her collarbone, and she cries out, “In books!” Her body undulates beneath mine, every soft inch of her melting against me as we make out on a blanket next to the fire.

Talking her into letting me have my dirty way with her is easy. My little tease is winding up by asking all these questions—her form of foreplay as she delays the inevitable.

Experiencing the darker side of me.

Truth be told, compared to what I’ve seen and read about, it’s not eventhatdark. All I did was note which books she rated highly on her blog, then read them while taking notes and learning things about her that I’m not sure she even knows herself.

You can tell a lot about a person by their kinks.

“But what if I can make reality so much better than a fictional character on a page who can’t touch you?” Snaking my hand beneath her shirt, I pull the cup of her bra down and palm a breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger. “Can’t kiss you.” Her skin is salty as I trace a path up her neck with my tongue. I suck on the spot below her ear and bury my face in her hair, inhaling the warm vanilla scent as it mixes with the unmistakable smell of campfire. “Can’t fill you or fuck you the way you so desperately want.” I roll my hips against hers, my cock straining so hard against my jeans that I’m careful not to give it too much friction, or I’ll come in my fucking pants like a teenager. “I promise you’ll be safe and satisfied and completely in control. The second you tell me to stop, I will.”

“All this buildup for a boring safe word?” She pushes me back lightly, cupping the side of my neck while tangling her fingers in my hair—one delicate brow arched in amusement.

I can feel the rumble in my chest as it presses against hers. “Pick your word then, Evelyn.”

One finger presses against her lips as she thinks about it before smiling and making anahamotion. “Gumdrop?”

I pause, staring at her for a hot second before an amused grin takes over my face. “Gumdrop? I feel like there’s a story there.”

Twisting her nipple, I relish the sharp gasp that flies from her throat before bending to take her in mymouth. My teeth clamp around the sensitive peak, tongue flicking against the bud.

“It’s the first thing that came to my mind.” Her voice is raspy and filled with anticipation as she holds my head to her chest. She likes having her nipples played with—licked, sucked, twisted, and pulled. I’ve never been with a woman so responsive when it comes to her breasts, but I know that when I pay hers extra attention, it makes her even wetter with want.

“Youdolove your food. I wouldn’t expect anything less,” I hum against her, looking up to see her eyes squeeze shut as she turns her head. It’s her tell when she might be thinking about the man who gave her the necklace nestled in the hollow of her collarbone.

Tenderly, I grasp her chin and urge her to look back at me. “Stay with me, baby,” I command gently.

Evelyn opens her beautiful blue eyes and stares up at me adoringly. “I’m with you. I promise.”

“Do you trust me?” I ask, shifting back to sit on my knees.

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