Page 13 of Out in the Country

“I couldn’t wait anymore.”

“Anymore for what?”

“To taste you.”

Sweet Lord almighty.

“Ev…”

“I’d like to taste more of you.”

“I can’t think when you’re this close to me.”

He smirks, the bastard—no offense to his mama—but takes a step back. I practically double over in relief and brace my hands on my knees as I try to recover.

“Thought you’d want to go back to the room first, but I like you eager.” His voice is pure sex, and I glance up to find his rock-hard dick right at eye level.

Straightening to my full height, I glare, and it has zero effect on him. My body is at war with my mind, and I’m practically suffocating with the onslaught of emotion.

“Everett, we can’t—”

He steps into me again and, with the gentlest touch, cups my face.

“Do you not want me? This? Am I not what you need?” His eyes search mine like this is truly the first time he’s even considered the possibility, but I’m still stuck on that last question.

Am I not what you need?

I’m fucking this up—maybe we both are—because he’s theonly thingI’ll ever need, but at what price?

“There’s no going back if this goes any further, and I can’t lose you.”

The pad of his thumb moves to trace over my bottom lip, and I fight the urge to suck it into my mouth.

“So you’re not willing to see what we could be together?”

“This is all so sudden and—”

“Oh! Hey guys.”

I jerk out of Everett’s grasp at the sound of a feminine voice. His eyes practically bore into my head as I paste a smile on my face.

“Hey Rhea, it’s great to see you.”

The girl is practically vibrating with excitement, and I would laugh if I didn’t feel like my entire world is a breath away from imploding.

“Are you two…together?”

“No,” I say at the same time Everett says, “Yes.”

His scowl deepens, and I close my eyes and count to five before trying again.

“We are…discussing some things.”

“Great. I love discussing things. Hayden, let’s go get a drink,” Sorren Mackay deadpans as he materializes behind Rhea as she moves to stand next to Everett.

“Umm, I don’t—”

“Not asking, kid.”

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