Page 118 of Against All Odds

She steps back, giving me the space to remove it, and her hands rest on my shoulders as she steps out of it.

Violet is the most stunning woman in the world. As she stands in my bedroom in just her bra and underwear, it almost breaks me. It doesn’t matter that we’ve made love dozens of times—and even just a few weeks ago—because, right now, it’s almost like the first time all over again.

I push her hair behind her ear. “Are you afraid?” I ask.

She shakes her head with her lower lip between her teeth. “Never with you.”

“Good, baby. I would cut my arm off before I ever hurt you.” Her hands move to my shirt, pulling it off, and then she undoes my jeans, letting them fall. I kick them off and turn her to face the window. My fingers unhook her bra, and I slowly slide it down her arms, my mouth moving to the curve of her neck. “I know you’re scared,” I say against her skin. “I know you worryabout what might come, but know this, Violet, I want all of you. Every part of you.”

Her breath hitches. “Every part?”

I move my hands down her sides, then around to rest on her stomach, acknowledging the child that grows there. She’s been hurt, lied to, and betrayed by so many people. I understand her need for reassurance, and I’ll say it until she believes it. “Every part of you. I have lived years without you. I’ve felt that hole in my heart, and I’m going to cherish every minute we have together.”

She turns back to me, her beautiful eyes shimmering from the light of the lamp. “I don’t want to go back to what life is like without you.”

My chest grows tight just thinking about what that would be like. The daily pain of going through life without her. The way my heart didn’t feel like it was even there. No, I’m not going there right now, because she’s right here with me.

Practically naked.

Time to rectify that.

“There is only now, and right now I want you naked, baby.” I squat down and run my thumb up her calf until I reach the band of her underwear. I don’t take my eyes from her as I pull them down, leaving her bare to me. “I have thought of you in my bed for months,” I confess. “I’ve imagined you here, waiting for me, wanting me.”

“I do want you.”

“Good. Climb up on the bed,” I command. Violet obeys and moves to the center. I slide my boxers off and crawl to her. “I want you to watch me take you with my mouth. Sit up higher.”

Her chest rises and falls, but she does it. I grin as I push her knees apart.

“Everett.”

“Eyes on me, Violet. Don’t look away while I get exactly what I’ve been starved for.”

I kiss her ankle, then the inside of her calf, and then her inner thigh. I wait, listening to the labored sound of her breathing before I lift my eyes to hers. She is staring down at me, and I move incredibly slowly, wanting to draw this out for as long as I can.

She’s panting, and I kiss above where she wants me most.

“Please,” she croaks.

“Since you asked so nicely.” I lick slowly, flicking her clit with the very tip of my tongue. Her hands move to the sides of her legs, clenching the bedding. I keep doing that, tasting her, loving her, listening to her noises.

Each one drives me wild.

She moans my name, sliding her fingers in my hair. When I increase the pressure against her clit, her legs clench around my head, and I don’t relent.

I lick, suck, and vary the pressure over and over. I lift my eyes back to hers and see she’s still watching. That’s my goodgirl.

For that, I slide my finger into her cunt, then another, loving the way she clenches around me.

I can’t wait for it to be my cock.

I move my tongue side to side, licking and sucking, circling her clit until she starts to shake slightly.

That’s it.

Come for me.

“I can’t stop it,” she says, her breath ragged. “I can’t. I can’t.”

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