Page 53 of Tender Heart
Fifteen
EVIE
Spread wide on display for the gruff lighthouse keeper I share an intimate but isolated existence with isnothow I saw this visit to the mainland going. But things have never panned out the way I’ve imagined they would in life. And I couldn’t resist the man in front of me even if I wanted to.
Blood hurries its way through my body at lightning speed, fueled by my pounding heart, now homed to that one aching spot between my legs.
Callum looks feral.
His blues are so dark they imitate the storm clouds outside. The room lights up from a flash of lightning, the thunder indicating the storm is still too far away to matter, and I sit up and tug his shirt over his head. I’m aching all over for this man—and if I’m honest with myself, I have been for some time.
Weeks.
No, maybe a few months now.
With him bare, I run my hands over what hard work and a simple life grants him. His toned chest is warm. Each muscle is defined and lightly dusted with the dark hair that matches his now messy bed hair. I explore every inch of him.
“I got to move, baby girl. You wanted my hands on you. Now I need to touch you. I’m so fucking desperate for you, Evie.”
My breaths stall out.
My mouth hangs slack.
He’s still sitting on his heels. I scramble up onto his lap, my mouth finding his in hungry movements.
I’ve never been so starving.
The fire he stokes in my chest sinks to my core, and the throbbing in my clit is almost unbearable.
Never before has anyone had me this wound up. This desperate for their touch.
No one.
His hands are in my hair, then they grip my jaw as he meets my hunger with his. Two people starved for something they only just realized they have found in the other. After months of being right there.
It’s almost poetic.
He’s hard underneath me.
I rock back and forth, needing the pressure.
Drowning in it.
It’s heaven against my aching center, and his groan turns to a growl, the sound reverberating down my chest and around my heart. My back hits the bed.
I’m pinned down. Nips and licks travel down my neck. Over my collarbones. Teeth close over my nipple.
I cry out, arching instantly.
God above.
The air in my lungs burns.
Too quick.
Not enough.
Too much.
