Shameless (Enemies to Lovers 5)

“The anticipation is a little overwhelming.”

“Do you want to stop? I’ll understand.”

She’s so gentle with me right now, it’s breaking my heart. I close my eyes and admit the truth to her.

“I’ve never been with someone I love. I’m not sure I know what to do.”

Evie’s quiet for a moment and I wait to hear the words, as she calls me out for being a manwhore.

“Will you let me show you?”

My eyes open and I stare at the amazing woman in front of me. Instead of telling me I’m full of shit, she once again sees the part of me, so few have seen.

The part that’s terrified of giving myself entirely to another person.

The part that only fucks, because making love to a woman will give her the power to destroy me.

The part of me that’s been dying to be saved, to be loved, to be wanted for who I am.

“Yes,” I whisper, giving Evie access to all that I am.

The reckless fool who kept her at a distance.

The careless joker who tried to convince himself he didn’t need her.

The heartless bastard who fucked everything with a pulse and didn’t care what he was doing to the woman he claimed to love.

The ruthless asshole who broke her heart and let her go.

But most of all – the shameful man.

Taking hold of my hand, she leads me to her bedroom. This time I don’t stop her from switching on the light. She kicks off her shoes and then kneels at my feet.

She unties the laces of my boots before pulling them off one at a time. When I’m barefoot, she stands up and taking hold of the hem of my shirt, she pushes it up my chest and over my head.

Dropping the shirt to the floor, I’m not prepared for the sensations leveling me as Evie presses a kiss to the center of my chest.

Her breaths are hot on my skin as she kisses her way to my collarbone. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she lightly brushes the tips of her fingers down my chest, making every muscle I have, ripple with pleasure.

I’m so captivated by Evie that my nerves settle enough for my desire to take back control.

I place my hands on Evie’s hips, and as I begin to move them higher, I push her shirt up until she’s free of it.

Her curls drop back against her creamy skin, and the contrast is so stark, it isn’t conceivable that anything more exquisite than this woman exists.

My hand slips behind her back, and I unclasp her bra. Taking hold of the straps, I begin to pull them down her shoulders. I drop it to the floor as I drink in the soft swells and tight nipples and suddenly can’t wait to taste her. My mouth starts to water.

I unbutton her jeans, and as I pull down the zip, my eyes dart up to Evie’s face to make sure she’s still okay with this happening between us.

Seeing the tears glistening on her cheeks, all but stops my heart. I frame her face and lean closer.

“What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head and sniffs. “It’s the way you’re looking at me. It makes me feel like I’m… more. I didn’t know how much I needed it until I saw the look on your face.”

“You’re not more, Evie,” I whisper as I press my forehead to hers. “You’re everything.”