Page 54 of Against All Odds

“Yes,” she replies without any hesitation.

Thank God.

Without wasting another second,I lift her shirt up and toss it to the floor. She arches her back, rubbing my hard cock. If I thought I was hard before, I’m granite now.

I move my hands to her back and undo the hook of her bra in seconds, pulling the straps down, and while I may still remember her all those years ago, it’s nothing compared to the woman in front of me now.

She’s so fucking gorgeous.

“You are perfect,” I say with a knot in my throat. “Soperfect. Tonight is for you, Violet. Whatever you want, let me be the man to give it to you.”

Violet shakes her head, but I don’t let her say anything. I lean down, my mouth watering as I swirl my tongue around her nipple before sucking it in my mouth. Then I start to flick it and alternate between the two movements, listening to the sounds she makes.

“Everett,” she moans.

When she says my name, I feel it everywhere.

I move to the other side, giving it the same attention. After a few seconds, she moves her hands to my face, pulling it back.

Her chest is heaving and she kisses me again. I groan as we devour each other. I rub my cock against her front, and she hitches her thigh around my hip. I do it again, and she gasps against my mouth.

I stare down at her, cheeks flushed and eyes swimming with desire. “More?”

“This ... I don’t ... I don’t want to use you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She has no idea that I’ve only ever been hers. She can’t use me or hurt me. She’s just putting a piece of me back together.

“Fucking use me, Violet.”

“It’s you I want,” she says. “But this is all I can give you for now. I’m not ready for more.”

Jesus, could this be any more perfect? No strings, no promises, no demands, just fucking pleasure with the woman I’ve dreamed of for years. With my life as up in the air as it is with my mother, my job, and everything else I take care of, I’ve never had the ability to give more to a woman.

“I don’t need more. I can’t give you a future, Violet. I can’t make you any promises other than the sex will be good.”

“Then make me feel good.”

And that’s all I needed to hear.

thirteen

Violet

Ipush at Everett’s chest before he kisses me again, and confusion spreads across his face.

I’m not pushing him away, though.

All I want is him, and tonight, for once in my life, I’ll be doing something for me.

I’m going to have him.

I’ve thought of nothing else but being with him. How he makes me smile. How I’m not the worthless woman I’ve felt for years. With him, all of that disappears.

With him, I’m just Violet.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I say with a soft smile. “I did promise my bed.”

He grins. “Thank God. The things I plan to do to you will be much better in a bed.”

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