Page 86 of Over the Edge

I impatiently help him the rest of the way, rolling my hips against him and his fingers latch on to my waist. “Show me exactly what you meant. Show me how you want to treat me like I’m yours.”

“How wet are you?” he demands.

“Why don’t you check?” I bite at my lip.

I lift my hips and plant my hands on his shoulders as his hand drags down the plane of my stomach. His hand slides underneath the elastic waistband of my shorts and over the cotton fabric of my underwear.

He pushes aside the fabric and slides a finger into me. “Soaked for me. Fucking hell.”

I grip his shoulders harder and attempt to swallow a moan. He adds another finger and works in and out of me as I match his movements with my hips. The press of the palm of his hand sends the most delicious feeling I’ve ever experienced rocketing through me.

“Fuck, Garrett. Yes,” I pant.

“What a fast learner. So fucking smart,” he says, and I moan. “Do you like that? Me telling you how fucking good you are?”

“Yes.”

He leans in so his words sweep against the shell of my ear. “So intelligent. Incredible at getting what you want, making yourselffeel good. Is my girl going to come on my hand before she comes on my cock?”

“Yes.” The word rolls through me as my thighs start to shake.

The orgasm floods my system and Garrett holds me through it. Simultaneously breaking me and keeping me together.

“Are you okay?” he asks once the electricity under my skin fades, and I sink back into this gauzy version of reality.

“Yes. I would like another one of those please,” I say as I collapse on the bed next to him.

“Then I’ll give it to you.” His low chuckle rolls through me as he pushes upright so we’re in the opposite position as we were before. “Lift your hips for me so I can help you take these off.”

I do as I’m told. My shorts are gone and then so are his pants. I get a better look at all of him, but only for a moment before he demands my attention. “Is this how you want it to be?”

“Only got one position in you?”

“Once I’m in you, it will take everything in me to last, so you better tell me exactly how you want it.”

“Like this,” I say. I just want to see him, what I do to him, who I am to him. Only for tonight.

My leg hitches over his hip. He lines himself up and eases into me. I relish each inch of him. My body can’t comprehend anything outside of us. I clench around him.

“I’m almost there,” he coaxes.

“God. There’s more?” I’m not complaining by any means.

“Breathe, baby. Let your body learn how to take me.” He moves slowly, deliberately until we’re flush against each other. “Fuck, Eve,” he says into my hair.

He starts to move, picking up pace with every thrust of his hips. Frantic, trying to make up for everything that won’t come after this. Like every other moment dominated by his touch, I lose myself. My identity weaves itself from the fabric of my immediate reality.

There is no tomorrow, just now.

Now. Now. Now.

Us.

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Evelyn

Iroll over then spread out on the bed. When I open my eyes, I have to take a moment to adjust to the sunlight. I can’t remember the last time I slept until the sun was all the way up. The sound of running water starts, coming from the bathroom. I guess that’s where Garrett went, then. He’s still here, which is good. He didn’t run, but what does that mean for this morning? How do I continue at the level we got to before bed last night in front of Quinn and Oliver? Especially now I know exactly what it’s like to be with him.

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