“I’ve got you,” he says, fucking me harder as his fingertips dance in my wetness. “Come for me, Eve.”
And for the second time in ten minutes, I do.
The scream that rips out of me sounds primal and fierce. I hold on to the rail like it’s the only thing anchoring me upright. Like pleasure might grab me and fling my whole body off this balcony.
Kit gives a guttural moan. “Fuck,” he grinds out as he spasms inside me. “So goddamn good.”
I can feel myself pulsing and squeezing, the walls of my sex wringing his cock dry.
His thrusts start to slow and I draw in a breath. My knees turn to jelly, but Kit holds me tight to his chest. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “Relax.”
It’s becoming a habit, this knee-jerk response to obey his commands. I smile to myself as I wish Brock could see this. Not just another man’s dick sliding out of me—but yeah, I can’t lie, that’s a nice thought.
But mostly, I wish my ex knew what it’s like to transport me to this height of bliss. We might’ve shared a life, but he never saw me like this. So raw and wild and unencumbered by shame.
Brock never met the Eve who gets railed on an oceanfront balcony. Carefree Eve ditching panties for dinner. The Eve who comes hard with a stranger’s tongue in her ass.
The Eve who loves every damn second of it.
As I slump against Kit, my eyes flutter shut. In that instant, I make a vow to myself.
Never, for as long as I live, will I turn my back on that version of me. I smile to myself as a nightbird cries out and Kit’s hands stroke my bare arms.
CHAPTER8
KIT
After settling Eve into a warm, citrus-scented bubble bath, I give her a soft kiss good night. “Let me know if you need anything.” I start for the door, but she calls after me.
“Kit?”
“Yeah?” With a hand on the doorframe, I do my best not to stare at her breasts. Those perfect, peach globes bob in perfumed white froth, her juicy pink nipples peeking out through the bubbles.
“Eyes up here, sex god.” She grins as I look at her face.
The urge to tell her how goddamn beautiful she is overwhelms me. “You’re fucking sexy.”
“Thanks.” Eve bites her lip. “I had fun tonight.” A faint stain of pink finds her cheeks. “Not just the sex.”
“I had fun, too.”
She keeps nibbling her lip and I know something’s bothering her. “You and I, we’ve gotten close. And I’m tight with your sisters and mom. I just—” She pauses, choosing her words with care. “I don’t want to screw that up.”
“You won’t.Wewon’t.”
“Okay, but…” Another short pause. “I came here to live out some fantasies. To get over my breakup and try out some things I’ve been denying myself.”
A lightbulb goes on and I smile. “Eve?”
“Yes?”
“I promise it won’t hurt my feelings if you fuck other consorts.”
She opens her mouth, then closes it. Opens it again. “How did you know that’s what I was asking?”
“Because you’re kind.” I move back through the bathroom, bending to kiss the side of her head. “You care how other people feel and how your actions impact them. I love that about you.”
There’s instant relief in her eyes. “So we’re good?”