Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers 3)

Her breath hitches as her eyes brighten with desire. “I’d be happy to help you cross that off.”

Chapter 14

Poppy

Evin was right about the hotel having perks. Specifically, him laying in bed with the sheet low on his hips. I lean against the doorway, admiring him and wondering if tonight will be the night to finally demolish his self-control.

I’m done waiting. If there was any lingering uncertainty, last night crushed it. My feelings soared past falling for him and straight into the in love with him category. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Three weeks isn’t a long time, but falling in love long-distance makes it seem like an eternity.

His eyes slice to me and fill with warmth. His gaze travels head to toe and one side of his mouth curls up. “You couldn’t help yourself.”

“This one smells like you and it’s hot.” I pull on the collar of his shirt and inhale deep.

“Honey, you have the real thing lying here. If you want to smell me, have at it,” he invites, clicking off the television and widening his arms.

I climb from the end of the bed, making my way up his body. When I get to the edge of the sheet, my teeth nip the material and pull it down, fully exposing his hardened bulge. My mouth waters at the sight.

This man is perfect everywhere.

My lips skim over the smooth, firm, hot skin. His groan vibrates all down his body.

“Poppy, you’re killing me.”

I consider altering my plan of seduction and staying right here, but perseverance wins out. If all goes well, there will be plenty of time later. My tongue darts out to lick around his crown and moves to his abdomen, kissing, licking, nipping my way up his chest. His muscles flex against my mouth and I smile, making a mental note to come back soon.

That’s the last thought I have. Lightning fast, Evin’s fingers fist in my hair, and he guides my face to his. What I see sends a full-body tremor through me. His eyes are golden amber, smoldering with fire, hunger, and wild desire.

“You should find some panties or shorts, or any fucking thing to put a barrier on your sweet pussy.”

The tremor returns and I shake my head. “No, told you I don’t particularly like wearing them.”

“Poppy, I’m not playing here.”

“Neither am I. Listen to me, look at me, and hear me. I. Am. Ready.”

He swallows hard, staring intently for so long nerves knot in my stomach.

“I believe you,” he finally replies.

I’m close to crushing his resistance. No stopping now. “Never in all my life have I felt the way I do with you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and never knew existed. Loving you is the easiest thing in my life.”

He drops his forehead to mine, breathing deep. “I don’t deserve you, but shit if I’m not thanking my luck.”

Then I’m on my back and his eyes are molten. “Baby, I saw the pills in your make-up case. Are those birth control?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll wear a condom, but had a physical two weeks ago. Results are clean.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “We don’t need a condom.”

The flash in his eyes tells me this means something to him. “It may hurt.”

“It won’t hurt.”

“You don’t like something or change your mind, just say the words.”

“I’m ready, Evin.”

He exhales loudly. “Mine.” His mouth comes down, and his tongue slips inside gently.

One hand leaves my head and moves down, unbuttoning the shirt and moving lower between my legs. “Shrug out of the shirt, baby,” he says into my mouth.

I do as he says and gasp when two fingers slide inside me. “Yes,” I whimper.

He continues moving them in and out, grazing his thumb across my clit until I tear away, panting.

“Come for me, baby. Let me see.”

I grind down and throw my head back, feeling the pleasure wash over me. “Evin!”

“Right here, Poppy. Right fucking here.” His fingers disappear and he props over me, settling between my thighs.

On instinct, my ankles hook around his waist as I come down.

“Look at me,” he says so tenderly my chest spasms.

Slowly, he guides himself inside. Inch by inch, he fills me, and the beauty on his face touches just as deep.

Then it happens, a small pinch, and he feels it, too. “I’m okay,” I assure him when he stalls.

There’s a pained look on his face and I reach up, tugging at the back of his head. “I will not break.”

He sinks in further, groaning.

The exquisite sensations rush through my system, and I fall back, tilting my hips. He moves in and out, braced above me, and my body arches into his.

“Jesus. Tight, wet, hot, slick, so fucking smooth.”

A new feeling of empowerment surges through me as I buck up. His gaze falls and I know he’s on the cusp of a new loss of control. “Don’t.”