Southern Heartbreaker (Charleston Heat 4)

Her lips move into a grin against my skin. “I noticed. Which is why it’s important you do it. Right now. Let me take care of you.”

The shit inside my chest softens. I’m the one who takes care of things. Of people.

When was the last time I let someone take care of me?

I swallow for what feels like the hundredth time in as many seconds. Cup the back of her head in my hand and tilt her face up so our eyes meet.

“You’re gonna destroy me, aren’t you?”

She searches my eyes. “No. No, I won’t destroy you. But I will make you feel really, really good if you’ll let me.”

Another beat. Another million reasons why this is the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.

“How good?”

Eva smiles, making my heart hiccup. She nudges my hand off my cock.

“Let me show you,” she says.

And I do. I let her take me in her hand.

I let her duck down and swirl her tongue over my head. She goes slowly, with care and intention, head bobbing a little when she takes me into her mouth. She sucks, gently at first, taking my balls in her other hand and playing with them. Kneading them between her fingers, just how I like.

My head falls back against the headboard. Sensation, hot and tight, slices through me with every flick of her tongue. This feels good.

She lavishes me with undivided attention. Stroking her grip up and down my shaft, teasing my head. Kissing, stroking, sucking. Taking her time. Always taking her time, slowly kissing my hip with her tongue and teeth while she palms my head, slicking precum everywhere.

Light, sharp but fading from the setting sun, slices through the windows beside the bed. It catches on the dark strands of Eva’s hair, revealing shimmery, coppery colors I’ve never seen before.

Usually at this time, I’d be arguing with Bryce about bedtime. She fights me every damn night. I hadn’t realized how much I needed a break from that hair-raising routine until I got one. Right now.

Funny how, as a parent, you can miss your kids like crazy, but still really enjoy your time away from them. How you can love them but love getting a break from them, too.

A sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin. Eva’s bare thighs are spreading as she moves up and down. I know if I reach between her ass cheeks and touch her, she’ll be dripping wet.

I also know she’ll swat away my hand. Insist I go first.

Feels even better when she moans. Like she’s genuinely enjoying this. Giving, letting me take. She’s losing herself in this, just like I am. The knowledge that I can do this to her—

That she does this to me—

Ah, shit. I’m definitely in love with this girl. Should’ve known from the second I saw her at the baby shower it would happen.

Should’ve known I couldn’t be around this amazing, inspiring human being and not fall for her.

But instead of feeling angry with myself, or angry with her, or upset, right now—in this moment at least—I feel…

At peace.

And right now, maybe that’s enough.

Maybe that’s all I can ask for.

I cup her cheek in my hand, stroking my thumb over her jawline.

“Thank you,” I say.

She looks up. My cock in her mouth. Eyes soft but hot. Expression a little pained.

Vulnerable.

She’s making herself so vulnerable right now. Telling me something with those eyes and her mouth and her touch that she can’t say out loud.

She gave me head on the boat last weekend. But this—this is different. This time around, she’s making love to me with her mouth.

What does that mean? I want to ask her.

Do you feel the way I do?

Too many questions. Too much sensation. Coiling need is gathering in my core, and if she doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to come in her mouth.

I have other plans for us.

I take her breast in my hand and play with her nipple. She moans again.

“Enough,” I murmur. I wrap my hand around hers on my cock and guide it out of her mouth. “You’re really fucking good at that, but I want to be inside you when you come.”

“Ford, we have all night. I’m happy—”

“I know you are. But I gotta have you, E. Let me have you. Let me make you come. Please.”

Her throat works on a swallow. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” I glide my hand down her back. In between her cheeks, my fingers gliding into her pussy from behind. She’s soaked. “Jesus Christ, honey. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“What?” She shrugs, those eyes darkening when the tips of my fingers find her clit. “Turning you on turns me on.”

I grunt, slipping my middle finger inside her. Gah, she’s tight. Soft. “Of course it does.”

I glide my finger in. Glide it back out. Eva leans down, spreading her legs wider, and starts to move her hips a little, guiding me deeper. She’s slick and soft enough that we move easily.