Page 19 of Out in the Country

Falling?

Nope. Too late.

One night and I am already a goner for Everett Teal.

“Do you want this, baby?”

“More than anything,” I say without thinking but meaning every word.

”Then get on the fucking bed, Hayden.” The words steal my breath as I back away from him after one last searing kiss.

His gaze follows me as I undress.

Possessive.

Predatory.

Who is this guy?

The mattress dips under my weight as I comply with his demand.

His unspoken promise of what’s to come has my heart racing and my body humming with anticipation. If this is going to crash and burn, it’s going to be epic.

I watch as he undresses with agonizing slowness, and then Everett crawls up the bed until he hovers over me. His muscles flex in the low light, and I need to touch him, to feel him all over me.

Stunning black tattoos cover his arms, his chest, and his shoulders. I’ve always been in awe of how magnificent he looks, but right now he’s rendered me speechless with how gloriously delicious he is.

His hand grips my length at the same time his lips descend over mine. I groan as he strokes me slowly, perfectly in time with the way his tongue is exploring my mouth. My hips thrust into his hand as the need formoreoverwhelms me.

“Let me take my time.” The words wash over me as featherlight kisses fall along my jaw and down my neck. I reach for his cock but he bats my hand away.

I moan as his teeth close firmly around one nipple while he pinches the other between his fingers.

“This is for you.” The words are reverent as he makes his way down my body. Hands and lips and tongue caress every inch of me as I fight for any ounce of control. This entire weekend feels like foreplay, and now that we’re here, I feel like I’m barely hanging on.

Serious hazel eyes find mine, his hand once again wrapped firmly around my length.

“I want to know what you like. How you like to be sucked.”

Fuck.If he doesn’t stoptalkingthere’ll be zero hope of lasting.

“You’re already driving me crazy, Ev.” The words sound strangled as he nips the inside of my thigh. My hips jerk, and he places one strong hand on me to anchor me to the bed.

This is why I love being with a man. The trust you concede in the physical balance of power and strength. I liked being dominated and worshipped, and I like giving the same in return.

Everett’s gaze falls to my straining erection and then he licks his lips before mimicking the movement against the head of my cock. My breath hisses out of me. I’ve never seen anything more erotic than this man before me.

Like everything else tonight, Everett is curious but not tentative in his actions. He licks and strokes and sucks, worshipping me, until I’m writhing against the sheets. My hand falls to his hair, and he moans around me. The vibrations of that one simple act completely shatter the last of my restraint.

I buck up into his mouth and he meets my ferocity with his own.

“Jesus, Ev, I’m going to—”

He sucks harder, and I swear incoherently as I spill down his throat. His confidence is so fucking sexy I’m practically hard again just watching him pull his lips from me.

With a slow grace, Everett raises himself up until he’s kneeling between my legs, his hand a tight, forceful grip on his cock as he jerks himself.

I reach for him, but he shakes his head.

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