Eveline
Renley kept his hand on her neck throughout the entire drive home.
He’d hardly been able to keep his hands off her the entire evening, and it turned her insides to mush.
Every time he’d snuck a forehead kiss, she longed for more.
There hadn’t been a single moment where she’d felt uncomfortable because of him.
He’d even been quick to intervene when other people made her feel less than.
It had been the sexiest thing a man had ever done for her.
When she pulled into her garage, Renley asked, “Do you want me to put your wheelchair back up front?”
She sighed dreamily and stared at him as she shut off the engine. “You need to stop,” she scolded.
“Stop what?” He was seriously concerned that he’d done something wrong. “If that made you uncomfortable, I’ll wait for you to ask next time.”
“You need to stop making me feel so gooey inside.”
She watched as the wheels turned in his head, cheeks flushing when the words finally registered. He fidgeted with the brim of his hat in his lap. “I make you feel gooey inside?”
“Yes, the kind you feel when you’re cared for.”
“I do care for you.”
“I know.” She opened her door and leaned over for her chair.
While she transferred out of the car, Renley was already placing her second chair on the passenger seat. “Will you be able to get it out like that?”
“Looks perfect.” Renley followed her inside, but she paused when she realised that he wasn’t taking off his boots when she did. “You’re not staying?”
“Woman, if I don’t walk out of this door in the next ten seconds, the only place I’m going to end up is in your bed, catering to your every need.”
She tilted her head. “Does that include breakfast?”
“It sure does.”
“I’m not sure that I see the problem there. Perhaps you can enlighten me.”
Renley cocked a brow at her, jaw clenching. “I’m not joking. This is our first date and I’m not about to fuck your brains out after it.”
She bit her lip and grabbed the hem of his shirt, hauling him closer. He gave in almost immediately. With a cheeky grin she snatched his hat and placed it on her own head. “Now you have to stay. That’s the rule when you take a cowboy’s hat: he has to come home with you, right?”
“Kitten,” and though he probably intended to scold her, it was more of a primal rumble, like a lion’s purr. “You deserve better than that. I can’t control myself around you.”
Wrapping his shirt in her fist, she pulled down until he knelt in front of her. “How about you leave that sweet gentleman on the street?” She cupped his jaw, thumb stroking his silky-soft skin. “I promise you won’t ruin my virtue by spending the night and doing very unholy things to me.”
“Eveline,” he puffed, breath warm against her mouth as she leaned in.
Her next words brushed against his lips. “You don’t have to stay, but don’t leave because you think that’s what I want. I have a pretty good idea of what you will do to me if you stay and I’m more than willing to consent.”
Then she swooped in, stealing their first official kiss.
He was hers the moment she asked for it, his hand on the nape of her neck fisting her hair while the other cupped her cheek.
Her heart pounded in her chest, Renley’s fingers leaving fireworks dancing across her skin.
He was the one to pull back and chuckled when he saw her frown.
“Breathe, kitten.”
“You’ll stay?” she panted.
“Yes.” He stiffened, then peered between them—the cats had decided to join the party. “Oh, hello there.”
She clicked her tongue and then laughed, sweeping Luna into her arms. “Meet Luna, the one with the always awkward timing.”
With a bright grin, Renley scratched Luna behind her ear. “It’s nice to meet you, Luna. Do we need to distract these two before going to the bedroom?”
“Food will do.”
“Lead the way,” he demanded, straightening to his full height.
Flake came running the moment the can opened, but dinner was more important than their guest.
With shaky hands, she showed Renley to the bedroom, where he paused at the door and leaned against the frame. Hands in his pockets, he indicated the bed with his chin.
“Lose the clothes and sit on the edge of the bed.”
“Y-you’re going to watch?”
“Yes, kitten.”
Swallowing hard, she tried to ignore the lump in her stomach and set his hat on the mattress next to her. “It’s rather unsexy.”
“Nothing you do could turn me off, Eveline.”
She hid how her hands trembled as she removed her socks and moved over to sit on the mattress. Then, slowly, trying to make this experience as intimate as possible for him, she wiggled the hem of her dress free and lifted it over her head until the fabric fluttered to the floor.
“You look breathtaking,” Renley hummed in that intoxicating rumble that she was growing to love. Pushing off the frame, he came closer, one slow step at a time. “And all mine .”
Her heart stuttered. Forcing herself to focus on her breathing, she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. Once that was tossed aside and she reached for her panties, he held his hand out. “Give them to me.”
“You want my panties?”
“Yes.”
Cheeks aflame, she wiggled out of them and handed him the black lace.
“You listen so well.” He let the soft material slide through his fingers before stuffing them in his back pocket. Now with his hands free, he hooked a finger under her chin, tipping her head back to meet hungry hazel eyes gazing back at her. “Unbutton my shirt.”
The command sent tingles down Eveline’s spine. God, was she sick for loving it? She spent her entire life making decisions for other people. But with him? She didn’t have to. With Renley, she could just… let go.
With a crook of Renley’s brow, she got to work.
She tugged his shirt free from his jeans, sucking her lip between her teeth as she exposed his torso inch by delicious inch.
His jeans hung low on his hips, exposing the deep cut lines of his Adonis belt.
The V served as an arrow, guiding her towards the prominent bulge in his pants.
Then, Renley tugged her lip free, prodding the seam of her mouth with his thumb. “Suck.”
She whimpered, but sucked it into her mouth. Renley groaned, spurring her on. In favour of making her reach for the last two buttons, Renley leaned down to her level with a smirk that made her stomach flip.
“Such a pretty kitten you are.” Chuckling, he added, “Your blush is everything.”
Feeling mischievous, she bit down on his thumb and dropped her hands to his buckle.
“Oh no, no, no,” he teased. “First you’re going to show me that sweet pussy of yours.” He stepped closer, his knees knocking her legs apart. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, kitten?”
She nodded, humming around the obstruction in her mouth. “Mmhmm.”
“Show me. Touch yourself.”
She didn’t hesitate, craving the friction—only it made her need worse.
She swirled her fingers around for just a moment, getting them nice and wet before lifting her hand again.
Renley pounced, grabbing her wrist and licking her fingers clean.
Another whine pressed around his thumb and, unable to take it anymore, Eveline dropped her other hand to her clit.
Clicking his tongue, he cocked his brow at her, still tightly holding onto her wrist. “Did I say that you could touch yourself?”
She froze, only emitting another weak sound in response.
“No, I didn’t.”
He yanked his thumb free, dropping her hand to undo his belt in record time, pulling it from its loops with a whip .
Folding the leather in half, he tickled it over her thigh, curling his fingers into the hair at her nape.
He tipped her head back, but her eyes were trained on the thin band of underwear that poked from beneath his jeans.
“So greedy,” he hummed, gently smacking her hand with the belt. “Let me see, kitten.”
She removed her hand from between her legs, meeting Renley’s gaze as he smiled down at her. Never had a man seen her— truly seen her for the woman she was. She jolted, a soft whip against her clit sending sparks of pleasure dancing through her veins.
“Grab my wallet,” he instructed. “Take out the condom.”
She happily obeyed, brow furrowing when she found a note with familiar, swoopy handwriting. When she glanced up to Renley with a questioning brow, his features softened. “Had to keep something to make sure I hadn’t dreamt it.”
Mouth falling open in surprise, she turned her attention back to the note. “You thought it might be a dream?”
“Sex that good? Yeah, I was terrified to wake up and be smacked in the face by reality.”
The items in her hands clattered to her lap and spilled to the floor. She grabbed the edges of his shirt, hauling him down to her level. She demanded a kiss, raw and intense to disguise the burning in her eyes.
“Oh, sweet Eveline,” he hummed, thumb coming away wet as he stroked her cheek.
“I’m sorry.”
“There is no need.”
“No one has ever made me feel like you do.”
“I’m only returning the favour kitten,” he husked with a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve never had a woman make me feel as comfortable and confident in my own skin like you have.”
“You need to stop talking before you make me cry more.”
“Maybe I should spank you to get your mind straight,” he chuckled.
“Please do,” she blurted before she could stop herself. Face on fire, she clapped her hands over her mouth.
“So needy,” he teased, unable to contain his smile. Then the belt met her clit again and a moan poured around her hands. “You sound wondrous, gorgeous Eveline.” Another slap, and he groaned at her response. “Undress me and get that condom on before I fuck you raw.”
She scrambled to obey, his cock jumping out at her the moment she tugged his underwear down. Unwrapping the condom, she rolled the protection over Renley’s shaft, taking the opportunity to give him a few slow strokes.
“What’s our safe word, kitten?”
“Raspberry.”
“Good girl. Lay down.”