Page 92 of Tender Heart
Warmth floods my chest, emotion spilling over my senses.
I grind my jaw shut, shoving my hard length onto her tongue. Elegant fingers curl around my thighs, nails biting into muscle. She closes around me, eyes opening. Brown eyes, darkened and laced with heat, flicker up to me.
“That’s it. On your knees, taking every fucking inch.”
Her shoulders heave as she pulls up.
I brace myself against the sink. Bliss swallows my cock, spreading through my body inch by beautiful inch. My grip in her hair tightens. A whimper rattles her as she takes me inagain. This time, she pulls up ever so slowly, sucking so fucking hard I see stars. Brown eyes hold me to the spot, pleasure lacing through them as if this gives her as much as it does me.
“Evie baby. Fuck, that fucking mouth of yours...”
She releases me with a pop, her hand gripping the base of me as she catches her breath. “You taste like... youfeellike home.”
My jaw feathers.Christ, girl, start saying that shit and I’m not going to be able to survive the next few months.I can’t take this anymore. This not having her. I haul her to her feet, sweeping her onto my hips. Her wet pussy rubs against my stomach, and she wraps around me automatically, like being tangled up with me is exactly where she’s meant to be.
With a growl, I toss her to the bed. A little squeak escapes her as I come down on her. Predator stalking over his prey. She rises up off the bed, reaching for me. I slap her hands down and pin her to the bed. “The only way either of us is going to survive this is to put every feeling we have aside. I can’t be your home. You can’t be mine. Got it?”
I fucking hate myself.
Never before have words burned so hot on my tongue as they rolled off like truth.
I’m a goddamn liar. A selfish asshole.
I’m taking what I want while telling her she’s not allowed to feel.
A hypocrite with a raging hard-on for the woman beneath me. If I’m honest, I’ve fallen so fucking hard that not a bone in my body hasn’t shattered with the impact.
I’ll keep the sappy fucking thought for my journal. No need to complicate something that should simply be a no-strings arrangement.
“Fine,” she breathes. But she swallows, her face tightening as if the thought is as repellent to her as it is to me.
“Good girl,” I choke out, crawling backward, not letting our eyes meet.
The kisses I dot on her turn to sand in my mouth with the lies I’ve just spun. With each press of my lips to her skin, she trembles, her fingers wrapping around mine. I retract my hands, letting them push into the mattress on either side of her slim waist.
With a nip to her hip, I spread her thighs, finding her soaked and glistening pussy.
Christ. I’ve made it to heaven only to realize it will be taken from me.
“Cal . . .”
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“Tongue, mouth, teeth, fingers.”
She’s telling me what she wants. No wobble in her voice like there once was when asking for the smallest of things. Now, with me, she asks for what she wants.
And I will always give her what she wants.
Except for one thing.
I run my tongue through her soaked center and swirl it around her sweet little nub. Her back arches off the bed instantly.
“Oh, fuck.” Her sweet little syllables tumble softly through her open mouth. Head tilted back, her slender neck is all cream and elegant angles, her beauty never more grounding than it is now.
I nip and suckle away the sting that would have lanced through her. Her hands find my hair. I love them there. I love my mouth here.
Fuck.
