Page 40 of Everlasting Love

She’s the woman you beg to marry you.

She’s the woman you know you won’t be able to live without once you sample her.

She’s the woman who deserves a man who’s whole.

That’s not me.

She runs her finger down the lapel of my too-tight jacket, sending my pulse racing. I’m not sure how much more I can take. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t have her either.

I am only a man.

And she’s so goddamn sexy without even trying on a normal day. Today, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “C’mon, Shane. Give me what I want …You,” she breathes against the base of my throat before pressing her lips against my burning flesh. She runs her hands down my pecs and over my abs, toward the waistband of my pants making my muscles twitch and my dick punch against my zipper. “Let me see the masterpiece beneath these clothes. I want to touch you.”

Her words are like a bucket of icy water, and I snatch her hands in one of mine and growl. “No. I’m no masterpiece, more like a monster,” I growl. Women think they want me. I look whole on a superficial level, but my scarred and damaged skin hidden beneath this suit represents the damage I hide on the inside. She doesn’t need to see that.

Nobody needs to see that.

She draws back, her eyes catching mine. “Yes, I do. You’re no monster.” Pushing up on her toes, she presses her lips to mine in a rush and I groan with need, my cock growing ever harder and fighting against the fabric of my pants for freedom.

My control slips.

In a moment of weakness and a lack of self-preservation, I return her kiss as I walk her backward and press her roughly against the timber siding of the boat shed. Her back thuds against the unforgiving surface and a gasp escapes her pretty mouth. “You want me to kiss you? To fuck you?” I murmur hotly, my lips brushing her heated skin with each word.

She pants, her breaths licking the exposed skin at the base of my neck. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want.”

I press my heavy cock against her soft stomach, barely holding back my groan. “If I give you what you want, it can’t be anything more than a dirty fuck in the dark,” I whisper roughly in her ear as I weave my fingers through her silky hair.

She sucks in a breath, nodding her head slowly. When I draw back to scan her features in the limited light, all I see is pure unadulterated need.

Need and lust.

I can give her a release and then walk away.

I reinforce my shields, then deliberately slide my hand beneath the long slit at the side of her dress—the one that’s been taunting me since she walked down the aisle toward me—and glide my rough fingers along the smooth flesh of her firm thigh. Touching her like this is better than I anticipated.So much better. A rumble escapes my lips at the feel of her beneath my fingers.

Her body trembles beneath my touch and the softest of moans escapes her puffy lips. How will I go back to never being able to touch her like this again?Perhaps I should stop.I’ve already let it go too far.

Fuck! I can’t stop. Not yet. I don’t want to.

She spreads her legs slightly, inviting me higher in anticipation of me reaching the apex of her sexy thighs. I take my time, enjoying the firm silkiness beneath my palms; she has sensational legs, and I want to trace every single inch of themwith my tongue—memorize every part of her while I have this chance. My fingers reach the lace at the edge of her panties, my breaths stall in my lungs, and I glide the back of my hand over the front of her mound. Her heat scorches my flesh as her arousal wets my knuckles. Her pussy’s going to be so fucking hot and wet. My dick thickens further, doing its best to break through the steel barrier of my zipper. Hooking my fingers in the elastic at her hips, I murmur, “I need these out of the way.” I slide the panties slowly down her legs and then tap each foot to remove them from her. I don’t need them tangling around her ankles and putting her off balance.

“Shane. Hurry up. Give me what I need,” she whispers, desperation thick in her voice as her fingers slide into my hair.

I draw back quickly, almost losing my damn balance—I can’t have her touching any part of me. Standing, I collect each of her hands in mine, then twist her panties around her wrists, binding them together, and then loop the fabric over a hook, designed to hold an oar, directly above her head.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Vi pants, her chest rising and falling heavily. Her gorgeous tits heave with each breath, almost pushing her peaked nipples through the purple fabric.

“Making sure you keep your hands where I want them. No touching, Blue, or I stop,” I say firmly.

She nods and I drop to my knees. I wish it wasn’t so damn dark so I can see her clearly since this is the one and only time we’ll ever be together. The muscle in my chest squeezes at the thought of some other man touching her like this, seeing her like this. Making her fall apart. I need to make the most of this moment and I’ll have to work out a way to deal with it when she finds the man that’s perfect for her and Jasmine.

Wedging my shoulders between her thighs, I slide one finger through her sweet lips from back to front and groan at theslickness already there. “You’re so fucking wet and ready for me and I’ve barely touched you.”

Violet moans, wordlessly pushing her hips forward as much as she can. I run my nose along her slit, savoring the heat and soaking up the scent of her arousal—storing it in my memory. My tongue slips out without any direction from me to taste her for the first time.

Heaven. Fucking heaven. I knew it would be.

Once. This is happening one time. I need to keep the reminder at the forefront of my mind. So I need to be in the moment and soak up every incredible second while it’s happening.

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