Where had those people gone? Who were they now ?
He looked down at her fingertips. She pressed into the flesh below his palm. She knew she should let go, but she couldn’t. She was afraid if she broke the connection, she’d never get it back. Evan would never stand in the kitchen again. He’d never seek her out in town. He’d never look at her the way he did at the tree lighting. She couldn’t let go. Not now .
Eight
Evan
H er touch burned his skin in a way that opened a deep wound he thought had healed. It wasn’t healed. It never had been. It was a rough gash that had ripped through him the day Cami Addison walked away .
Every time he saw her, she reminded him it wasn’t going to heal. There weren’t enough stitches or Band-Aids .
He reached forward, brushing the side of her cheek with his hand. And then his lips crushed hers with a kiss that had been simmering for twelve years. Her hands wrapped around his neck as he pulled her toward him. Her lips were soft and warm. She tasted like cinnamon. Exactly like he remembered. His mouth moved with passion, drinking her in. He had thirsted for these lips for so long. She whimpered gently as her tongue twirled against his. Her body was small against his. He tipped her chin upward, deepening the kiss. Breathing her in. Holding her close .
As quickly as the kiss started, it stopped. Evan yanked away, leaving Cami gasping for breath .
“What’s wrong?” she panted .
He strolled to the front of the shop. “I’m locking the door.” The blinds were already drawn .
The deadbolt clicked in place and he rounded the corner, turning off the lights and tracking Cami like she was his prey .
He lifted her on the baking island. Her hands cupped his strong jawline, wrapping to the back of his neck. He took her mouth with a vicious kiss. He wanted her to feel it. He wanted her to remember every inch of skin his lips touched tonight. He would sear his kiss into her .
Cami moaned, and his cock came to life. Solid and thick, straining against his pants. Her head hung back on the table as he made a trail along her throat. Her fingers combed through his dark hair .
He pulled the buttons on her shirt until it fell open, revealing her creamy skin. The shirt dropped from her shoulders are onto the floor when Evan unhooked her bra and tossed it across the kitchen .
He stared in disbelief. “Your tits are fucking gorgeous,” he growled, taking one in his mouth. He sucked greedily until Cami cried out .
He moved to the other side, coaxing her nipple to form a hard peak. He smiled with satisfaction. Her mouth parted and he kissed her, pushing her back on the table while he climbed on top of the counter .
“Too many clothes,” he groaned, reaching for her zipper .
Her hands tugged on his tie and loosened his collar. “Too many,” she whispered .
He shoved her pants out of the way and his palm skimmed her lace panties. Cami gasped when he slid a finger between the fabric and her skin .
“So wet,” he growled .
She whimpered when he pushed his finger inside her. She clamped around him, arching her back and pointing her glorious tits upward. Shit. He wanted to fuck her right now. He wanted to make it last all night. He wanted everything at the same time. But his dick was hard, and there was only one place it wanted to be—buried inside the sweetest pussy he had ever known .
“You used to be my virgin, didn’t you, Cami?” He stepped back to the floor, kicking the pants from his ankles. He kissed her knee while he continued to pump his finger inside her .
“Yes,” she whispered. “I was yours .”
His lips moved to inside her thigh. He nipped at her skin with his teeth. “I was the first man inside you .”
“Oh God, yes,” she mewed. “You were my first, Evan .”
He spread her knees wide just as he dove between her legs. He ripped the panties away and his tongue licked and lapped between her slick folds .
“Oh shit,” she whimpered, bucking on the table .
He lost his damn mind. She tasted so sweet. So perfect. He latched on her clit and sucked while he pushed another finger inside her. She was tight and hot. He wasn’t naïve enough to think she’d never been with another man, but her body felt like it still belonged to him. Like it always had. She gave him her virginity, and tonight he wanted to relive every second of it .
Her body began to shake. His eyes locked on hers while his tongue moved wildly. She grabbed her tits, twisting in rhythm while her firsts orgasm began to claim her .
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he growled, sucking her juices as she came in his mouth .