Southern Heartbreaker (Charleston Heat 4)

It’s raw, skin on skin, and it feels fucking fantastic.

“Ford,” she breathes, brow furrowed, lips parted. “Baby, I like that. So much.”

Now she’s got to go and call me baby.

I am a dead man.

Girl’s not shy about telling me what she likes. What she wants. I adore it, because it makes pleasing her that much easier.

And I want to please this woman. Maybe if I please her enough, and please her well, she’ll fucking stay for longer than just one night.

I guide myself back inside her and thrust my hips, sinking deeper. She’s tight. Perfect.

I am never, ever going to recover from this. Since I’m already in deep—literally and figuratively—might as well go all out.

I bracket her head with my elbows and lean my weight into her as I bury myself to the hilt. Eva’s head falls back on a gasp, eyes fluttering shut. I rock into her, slowly gaining momentum.

I kiss her jaw, her chin, rolling my hips in a deep, rhythmic thrust. She guides her bent legs up my sides, welcoming me. Pulling me deeper. Her tits bounce against my chest. She breaks the kiss to trail her mouth over my jaw, my neck. Fingertips trailing ribbons of soft sensation up and down my back.

She is loving me. The only way she knows how. Fully. Even though she’s scared.

It is too damn much.

Eva is too damn much.

I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth. I sweep my tongue over the pebbled point. Circling my hips so I hit her clit.

Eva opens her eyes, and our gazes lock. I slam into her once, twice, then a third time. Hurt and love coursing through me in equal measure as our bodies come together with a lewd slapping sound.

All the while her eyes never leave mine. They’re sweet. Am I imagining they’re a little wet, too?

My chest tightens. Did I actually hurt her?

“No,” she says, grabbing my chin. Reading my thoughts. “This is good. This feels good. So—”

She cries out when I hit her clit again. Her pussy flutters around my cock.

She starts to shake. Tremors that snake their way up her sides and down her legs.

I curl my body around hers, thrusting all the while. Covering her with whatever warmth and strength I have to give.

She curls back into me. Arms looping underneath mine to hold me against her, fingernails digging into the tops of my shoulders.

Trusting me, just like she said she did.

Now I’m shaking, too.

My immediate instinct is to keep it together. I’m always in control. Always in charge.

But something bursts inside me. A glass that shatters. A sun that explodes.

I just go. Sweaty and shaking, I love her back. I trust her like the lovesick idiot I am, and I give her what I have, and I take what she offers. Legs spread. Eyes on mine.

My orgasm looms, coiling and throbbing, at the base of my spine. My balls are tightening.

Soon.

But first, Eva.

She’s always first.

I take her hand in mine, fingers tangling, and guide it to her pussy.

“Remember what I want.” I lift my hips a little to give us better access. “I want you to come when I’m inside you.”

Eva nods. Guides my fingers over her clit. I pull back. Thrust forward. Circle my fingers. Her walls clamp down around me, once. A forceful spasm.

“Ford,” she breathes, burying her face in my neck.

I kiss the top of her head. Her ear. Our fingers circle her clit.

“Ford.”

She comes, her pussy clamping down on my dick. I shout. She whimpers into my neck, and I hold on for dear life as her shockwaves rock us both. I go still, letting her grip me. The waves keep coming and coming and coming until I can’t breathe.

My orgasm is close. I feel it rising up to meet me. But somehow I hold it off until she’s done, body going limp. She falls back onto the pillows, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Eyes still closed.

“Where do you want me to come?” I ask.

She rolls her hips, keeping her eyes closed. Curling into me, warm and soft and vulnerable. “Wherever you want.”

“Look at me when you say that.”

Eva opens her eyes. They’re clear. Wet. Soft.

“Whatever you want, Ford, I want you to have it.”

I look at her. The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“I want you.”

“Then have me.”

With a grunt I pull out of her, catching my dick in my hand just in time. I come on her stomach. Her tits.

She watches me the whole time. No judgment in her eyes. No flicker of uncertainty.

My God is her confidence a turn on. I keep waiting to hit a roadblock. Keep waiting to find something, anything that will keep me from speeding off into the suicidal sunset that is falling in love with Eva Lacy.

Her not wanting kids would usually be one of those roadblocks. At this point in the relationship, anyway. But she was so great with Bryce today. Great with everyone, really, my parents and my friends. I loved seeing our worlds collide like that. It worked.