Page 61 of Everlasting Love

“Pardon?” She leans closer and while I should send her back to bed and tell her to mind her own business, I like having her here with me and I find I want to share something with her nobody else knows. When I don’t answer, she blows out a breath and begins to wiggle to the edge of the bench. “I should leave you to it. I’m clearly intruding.” In a panic, I snap my hand out to hold her in place scorching my palm. I don’t want her to go. Ishouldlet her go. It would be the right thing to do. I have nothing to offer her. “Shane?” I can hear the question in her soft voice.

My resolve is crumbling at my feet like the shattered glass of a windowpane. “Spread your legs, Blue.”

“Shane?”

“Don’t make me tell you again,” I rasp. “Spread your gorgeous legs for me.” I want to addonly for me, but I daren’t.Glancing down at the space that’s now open to my gaze, the darker patch in the center of the fabric catches my eye—so damn responsive. Without taking my eyes from the damp area, I brush it with the back of my fingers and she responds by pushing her hips into my touch.

I move so my body is between her toned thighs and glide my palms along the silky smoothness until I reach the waistband of her panties. Each breath I take is filled with her sweet arousal and I almost feel dizzy. “Lift.” She places her hands behind her and raises her ass off the workbench allowing me to slide the cotton down her trembling legs. “I read romance books, Blue.” Placing the underwear on the bench, I drop my hands back on her thighs and slide them along the side of her body, tracing the beautiful flare of her hips to the dip of her waist, following the action with my eyes. “They help me settle after a nightmare.” I don’t look up at her face, I don’t want to see her reaction.

Taking the fabric of her camisole with me, I glide my hands higher, and my dick grows harder with every inch of flesh she allows me to expose. I’m a quivering mess inside that I’m about to see the woman of my dreams completely bare and she’s allowing me to do so. She sucks in a sharp breath when my thumbs catch the underside of her breasts and then slide farther up until I reach her peaked nipples. “So damn perfect,” I groan, and she sighs into the room as she pushes her tits into my hands. I squeeze the flesh roughly, making her squeak, then continue to slide the fabric of her top higher. “Lift.” She raises her arms without question, and I relieve her of the fabric.

“How often do you have nightmares?” she asks breathily. I take a slight step back so I can admire what I’ve only ever imagined. Her body trembles beneath my gaze and uncertainty fills her China-blue orbs. “Shane?” she murmurs uncertainly as her brows furrow. I can’t believe I have Violet Jamison nakedin front of me. She’s even more perfect than I could have ever imagined her to be.

“Less than I used to, but a lot of nights. I tried reading thrillers and mysteries, but they didn’t do shit. Romance calms me every time and takes my mind off the torture in my dreams.” She gasps, making her tits rise and fall, and I gently run the back of my finger over each peaked nipple. “Keep your hands on the surface behind you. You touch me and I stop. Am I clear?” My voice is a deep rumble, giving away my aroused state.

I glance up at her beautiful face and watch her swallow. “Crystal.”

“Good girl. Now push those beautiful tits out for me,” I demand. She complies beautifully, and I drop my head to suck one perfect nipple inside my mouth. I’ve been through hell, and I’ve never really given much thought to heaven but this has to be it. I circle her areola with my tongue, feeling the tiny bumps before biting the stiff bud. She moans softly as she pushes her tit farther into my mouth and grinds her hips upward, looking for friction. Fuck, I’d be happy to do this to her all night. I replace my mouth with my hand and move to her other breast while I slide my free hand toward her hot core. She opens her legs wider in invitation, and her fingers slide into my short hair. I immediately stop what I’m doing and stand to my full height, making her hand drop to her side. “What did I say?”

She looks confused at first, then I see the moment realization takes over. “Sorry. I … I got carried away. I want to touch you. I didn’t mean to break the rules. Please …pleasedon’t stop,” she whispers the last words as she drops her gaze from mine.

The head of my cock pushes past the elastic waistband of my pants, and I readjust myself. Her eyes drop to the action and she licks her lips, her pupils dilated to the point there’s only a thin ring of blue left visible. I swipe my thumb across the opening, collect the precum, and lift it to her mouth, then paint it onher plush bottom lip. Watching her lip glisten with my arousal ratchets up my need to watch her fall apart. “Lick your lip, Blue.”

Her eyes widen and her pink tongue darts out to taste my essence. God, she’s so damn beautiful with her flushed cheeks and quivering breasts. I lean forward in a rush and press my lips to hers and I take. I push my way inside and pillage her mouth with vulgar strokes that steal her breath and empty my mind of everything but her.

I need more.

More of her.

More of her taste.

More of her moans and sighs.

I need her breath filling my lungs and her pussy squeezing my cock.

Weaving my fingers through her soft hair, I grab a handful and tighten my grip, then guide her head to allow me to kiss her deeper. I slide my other hand along the inside of her thigh, feeling goosebumps rise across her silky skin. When the tips of my fingers reach the crease between her thigh and her body, a long sigh escapes her lips and she readjusts her hips, seeking my fingers. I lightly scratch my short fingernails down through the small patch of curls above her slit until I make contact with her clit. Moving lower still, I find her opening and slide a finger inside her hot, tight opening and begin mimicking the action of my tongue in her mouth.

My breath falters.

My heart stalls.

My body quakes with need.

And her hips move in time, meeting my fingers as I slide them in and out, dragging along her silken walls. Her muscles tighten around the digits, and my cock weeps in my pants, punching against the soft fabric looking for an escape. I swallowher moans and whimpers with my kiss, greedily taking them and keeping them for myself.

Tearing my lips away from Violet’s, I slowly, methodically trail my mouth down her neck as I tug her head back to give me better access. I nip the rapidly beating pulse point and then soothe the sting with a swipe of my tongue.

“Please don’t stop,” she cries.

“I won’t.” Leisurely, I kiss and lick my way across her collarbone and then move down to her breast, all the while pumping my fingers with even strokes in and out of her slick opening. “You’re so goddamn wet for me,” I murmur against her flesh. I can’t wait to get my mouth down there and taste her again—it’s all I’ve thought about since the wedding. Drawing her nipple deep into my mouth, I suck hard then swirl my tongue around the peak, drawing a long moan from deep within Vi. Pulling my fingers out, I push three fingers deeper into her pussy and am rewarded when her muscles tighten around me, gripping me within their silky walls, and Violet mumbles my name into the room like a prayer. A light sheen of perspiration glistens between her breasts beneath the garage light and I trail my tongue between them, licking the saltiness from her skin.

“Shane, please,” she murmurs between panting breaths.

Using my free hand, I massage her breasts, pinching her nipples as I work my tongue down her body, around her navel, and lower still until I reach her clit. Crouching down, I get comfortable. Pressing my fingers against the front wall of her pussy with each rough thrust inside, I pulse my tongue against her clit, then bite it gently between my teeth. I can’t tear my eyes away from the gorgeous woman who’s close to falling apart beneath my touch—I don’t want to miss a single nuance. I want to soak in every detail so I can store this experience away to revisit in the moments when life becomes dark.

Vi’s legs tighten around my head, her back arches, and her head drops back on her shoulders as she pulses around my fingers, squeezing them like a vice and coming undone in spectacular fashion. Indecipherable mumbles fall from her lips, filling the quiet garage and my soul.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Every single part of her was made just for me and the way she falls apart beneath my touch is designed to set me on fire.

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