Page 113 of Tender Heart
“You trying to kill me with a slow, sweet death.”
“Ditto, grumpy old lighthouse keeper.”
I chuckle and slap her ass, hard.
She jerks over my lap with the impact. “Ah!”
I raise an eyebrow. She liked that.
Fuck, I did, too. The way she jolted on my cock when my hand connected with her ass.
“Do it again,” she begs.
I slap her ass hard. A whimper spills from her lips as she rocks forward.
Fuck me, it takes everything I have to not come.
“Baby, as much as I love this for us, the lantern room isn’t where we want to be right now.”
“Where will you take me, Mr. McCreary?”
I huff a sound. “Now, I sound old.”
The cheekiest smile grows on her face, but when she wriggles those damn hips, the insult fades. My needy cock throbs inside her, threatening to send me over the edge at any second.
“We’re going downstairs,” I grumble.
Pushing to my feet, I hold her on my waist. Leaving our clothes behind, I tread the winding stairs until I make the ground level. A handful of heartbeats later, I deposit Evie on the kitchen table.
And fuck, if this angle isn’t the best view I’ve ever seen.
Still inside her, I tug her to the edge of the table. The old wooden piece groans and wobbles. Now her gaze drops to where mine is stuck. The place where we are joined. Her perfect glistening pussy, my engorged cock sunk deep, like it fucking belongs there.
“God, we are beautiful,” she pants, a fine hand exploring the sensitive skin where she’s wrapped around my cock. She runs a finger over one side of her entrance, and a moan slips out. Her fingers travel, sliding under my balls.
I grind out a growl. “Baby girl . . .”
“You like that?”
“Turn a man feral . . .”
She huffs a low sound.
“I wan—I need to see you slamming into me.”
I haul her up toward me and crash my mouth over hers as I push in deep. Letting her settle around my girth. Breaking away, I press her down to the wooden surface, one hand on her chest. I slam into her, hard. Fast. She breaks under the heel of my hand, her cries tumbling from her mouth as her pussy clenches down.
Back arching, she comes, milking me in waves. I lift her up. “See me fill this perfect pussy, Evie baby.”
“Cal . . .”
I thunder into her. Harder than I should. The table scrapes along the floor, and she grips the edges as she tightens around me again. I drop my head, plucking her nipple between my teeth. I’ll make this woman come as many times as I can. Fuck, the way she tightens for me every damn time.
Fucking bliss.
One thumb circling her clit, I suck her peak hard. She bucks on the table, crying out as she clamps down in a vice grip.
“Fu-uck!” I roar, spilling. Hot ropes shoot deep into her, claiming this lithe, beautiful body as mine.
