Page 91 of Tender Heart
I will leave this man safe on his island, taking my problems far away from his peaceful existence.
“How many days have we spent together, Evie?”
His question catches me off guard.
“I—” I huff a breath as I brush my hand over his jaw. “Not nearly enough.”
“They will have to be enough when your book’s done. You keep that promise, you hear?”
I can’t respond. The air filling my lungs barely a second ago is nowhere to be found.
Rough hands find my hips, sliding beneath me. My skin hits cool porcelain next as he deposits me on the vanity. I draw him in, thighs parting wide, and I pull his mouth to mine.
Mine.
For now.
And I am going to take a lifetime’s worth in whatever time I have left, since this is all we get.
Twenty-Five
CALLUM
The look on her face tells me all I need to know. Evie’s not telling me something. A big something. Going by the gut feeling that rose with the look flickering in her eyes as I closed the space between us, it’s nowhere near good. But fuck. I can’t think straight with her like this.
Bare.
Stunning.
Spread wide for me.
Perfect fucking tits heaving with every breath, she’s the flame, and I’m her entranced night butterfly. With the knowledge I will be burned to ash the day she steps off this little island jetty and doesn’t look back.
I can’t think of anything but savoring this thing between us for as long as I can.
“Eve,” I rasp.
Brown eyes flick up to mine. Her breaths shatter out, a small sob slipping through the sweetest damn lips I’ve ever felt. My cock aches at the thought of them wrapped around me. Those sun-kissed, flushed cheeks hollowed out. My hand fisted in her damn hair.
“Knees,” I growl.
Her lips part. The deep cycling of her chest turns even more ragged. Wriggling off the vanity, she drops to her knees for me.
Good fucking girl.
My aching length strains against my boxers. Her fingers sweep over the tented material, almost snapping my last thread of restraint. They wander up my hard stomach and slide behind the band of the shorts. I send my hands through her hair. “You’re going to choke on my cock, baby girl. Then that pretty pussy of yours is going to be wrapped around me till you’re screaming my name and yours is long forgotten.”
Big brown eyes look up at me. Her face is a desperate mix of need and anticipation. If I could capture one image of her stunning face, it would be this one.
I commit her to memory—on her knees, eyes burning, hair mussed and damp, my fingers tangled through it.
“Please, Callum.”
I nod, and she tugs the boxers down. My cock, rock-hard, springs free. Pre-cum pearls at the engorged tip. Evie’s throat works. I hook a thumb on her lower lip, dragging her mouth open. The tiniest of whimpers slips out as her eyes flutter shut and her head rolls into my palm.
Christ, baby girl.
Fuck me.
