Southern Heartbreaker (Charleston Heat 4)

“Another,” she says.

I carefully sink my first finger inside her pussy, too. At the same time I press the heel of my hand to her asshole.

“Oh-h,” she says, a strangled sound. “That. Just. Yes.”

I’m moving my hips now, too, the head of my cock meeting with the soft skin on her belly.

I’m throbbing. Everywhere.

Thrusting my fingers one last time, I pull them out. Circle them around her clit, making her breath hitch.

Then I curl my arm around her waist and reverse our positions, laying her on her back while I crowd my bulk on top of her. I rest my weight on one elbow and look down at her body. The skin on her chest is flushed. Chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. Tits perfect handfuls. Long, long legs. Tan skin.

I look up at her face. She’s watching me. Tenderness in her eyes, in her touch too, when she reaches up and runs a hand through my hair.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” she says.

“Like what?”

She swipes her thumb over the indent in my chin. Shakes her head. “Like you like what you see.”

“Because I do like what I see. A lot.” I tuck my chin and press a kiss into her palm. “Forget what I said ten years ago. I was an idiot. You’re just fucking right, E, just as you are. I mean, c’mon, we’ve been reunited for all of, what, three weeks? And I can’t keep my hands off you. Haven’t been able to stop touching you from the beginning. I can’t—I never want to stop looking at you.”

Now she’s looking at me like that again. Eyes soft, brow furrowed. Vulnerability written all over her face.

“I hope I make you feel as good as you make me feel,” she says at last, curling her hand around the back of my neck.

“You’re too much.” I capture her lips with mine. I taste myself there. Mingled with the whiskey. With her. “Of course you make me feel good. Give me a chance to return the favor.”Chapter Twenty-OneFordEva stretches out beneath me, spreading her legs so I can settle my groin into the cradle of her hips. She’s got her arms looped around my neck. Moaning while I work my mouth across her jaw.

“Do I need to use a condom?” I ask, glancing up.

She looks at me. “I have an IUD. And I was tested last month. All good. I mean, if you’re good too…”

“I was just at the doctor’s. Got a thumbs up. I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“Where the hell did you find the time for that?”

I grin. “Health is important. I make mine a priority. And maybe the universe knew I’d be having sex with you, so it gave me a free afternoon and a baby sitter.” My pulse skips when Eva starts playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “By the way, I always use them. Condoms. But I don’t wanna with you.”

Untangling an arm, she runs a palm over my chest. Slowly. Lovingly. Stopping to pluck my nipple between her fingers. Fingers of the other hand still playing gently with my hair. My blood screams.

“Then don’t. I trust you.”

My heart dips.

I really do always use condoms. I’m nothing if not careful. But Eva is more than just a hookup.

So much more than just a fuck.

I want to be as close to her as possible.

I want her raw and I want her mine.

I want her trust. More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.

Screw Greyson and his advice. I’m no amateur and neither is Eva. If she’s down—and of course she is, because she trusts me—so am I.

Getting on my knees, I curl my hands around the insides of her thighs and hike them up, bending her knees a little so she’s spread wider. I duck down and lick her pussy, one deep, savage slice of tongue. Her stomach caves, and she cries out, shoving her hand into my hair. Raking her fingernails against my scalp. My dick throbs.

“That’s it.” I straighten, taking my dick in my hand. “That’s fucking it, E.”

I reach up and cup her breast, swiping my thumb over her nipple. At the same time I line myself up at her entrance. Her hot, slick flesh presses invitingly against my head. I grit my teeth. I want this to last.

I want to make it as good for her as she has for me.

All this give and take. Her giving. Her taking. Her giving again. It’s fucking sweet, and it’s making me feel. Everything. All at once.

I push inside her a little. Just my head. Her breath catches. Mine collapses.

She feels like heaven. So wet and soft I glide in easily. I tease her like that for a minute, pumping my head in and out. Again and again, stopping once to circle myself around her clit.