Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
CALLUM
T he look on her face tells me all I need to know. Evie’s not telling me something. A big something. Going by the gut feeling that rose with the look flickering in her eyes as I closed the space between us, it’s nowhere near good. But fuck. I can’t think straight with her like this.
Bare.
Stunning.
Spread wide for me.
Perfect fucking tits heaving with every breath, she’s the flame, and I’m her entranced night butterfly. With the knowledge I will be burned to ash the day she steps off this little island jetty and doesn’t look back.
I can’t think of anything but savoring this thing between us for as long as I can.
“Eve,” I rasp.
Brown eyes flick up to mine. Her breaths shatter out, a small sob slipping through the sweetest damn lips I’ve ever felt. My cock aches at the thought of them wrapped around me. Those sun-kissed, flushed cheeks hollowed out. My hand fisted in her damn hair.
“Knees,” I growl.
Her lips part. The deep cycling of her chest turns even more ragged. Wriggling off the vanity, she drops to her knees for me.
Good fucking girl.
My aching length strains against my boxers.
Her fingers sweep over the tented material, almost snapping my last thread of restraint.
They wander up my hard stomach and slide behind the band of the shorts.
I send my hands through her hair. “You’re going to choke on my cock, baby girl.
Then that pretty pussy of yours is going to be wrapped around me till you’re screaming my name and yours is long forgotten. ”
Big brown eyes look up at me. Her face is a desperate mix of need and anticipation. If I could capture one image of her stunning face, it would be this one.
I commit her to memory—on her knees, eyes burning, hair mussed and damp, my fingers tangled through it.
“Please, Callum.”
I nod, and she tugs the boxers down. My cock, rock-hard, springs free. Pre-cum pearls at the engorged tip. Evie’s throat works. I hook a thumb on her lower lip, dragging her mouth open. The tiniest of whimpers slips out as her eyes flutter shut and her head rolls into my palm.
Christ, baby girl.
Fuck me.
Warmth floods my chest, emotion spilling over my senses.
I grind my jaw shut, shoving my hard length onto her tongue. Elegant fingers curl around my thighs, nails biting into muscle. She closes around me, eyes opening. Brown eyes, darkened and laced with heat, flicker up to me.
“That’s it. On your knees, taking every fucking inch.”
Her shoulders heave as she pulls up.
I brace myself against the sink. Bliss swallows my cock, spreading through my body inch by beautiful inch.
My grip in her hair tightens. A whimper rattles her as she takes me in again.
This time, she pulls up ever so slowly, sucking so fucking hard I see stars.
Brown eyes hold me to the spot, pleasure lacing through them as if this gives her as much as it does me.
“Evie baby. Fuck, that fucking mouth of yours...”
She releases me with a pop, her hand gripping the base of me as she catches her breath. “You taste like... you feel like home.”
My jaw feathers. Christ, girl, start saying that shit and I’m not going to be able to survive the next few months.
I can’t take this anymore. This not having her.
I haul her to her feet, sweeping her onto my hips.
Her wet pussy rubs against my stomach, and she wraps around me automatically, like being tangled up with me is exactly where she’s meant to be.
With a growl, I toss her to the bed. A little squeak escapes her as I come down on her.
Predator stalking over his prey. She rises up off the bed, reaching for me.
I slap her hands down and pin her to the bed.
“The only way either of us is going to survive this is to put every feeling we have aside. I can’t be your home. You can’t be mine. Got it?”
I fucking hate myself.
Never before have words burned so hot on my tongue as they rolled off like truth.
I’m a goddamn liar. A selfish asshole.
I’m taking what I want while telling her she’s not allowed to feel.
A hypocrite with a raging hard-on for the woman beneath me. If I’m honest, I’ve fallen so fucking hard that not a bone in my body hasn’t shattered with the impact.
I’ll keep the sappy fucking thought for my journal. No need to complicate something that should simply be a no-strings arrangement.
“Fine,” she breathes. But she swallows, her face tightening as if the thought is as repellent to her as it is to me.
“Good girl,” I choke out, crawling backward, not letting our eyes meet.
The kisses I dot on her turn to sand in my mouth with the lies I’ve just spun. With each press of my lips to her skin, she trembles, her fingers wrapping around mine. I retract my hands, letting them push into the mattress on either side of her slim waist.
With a nip to her hip, I spread her thighs, finding her soaked and glistening pussy.
Christ. I’ve made it to heaven only to realize it will be taken from me.
“Cal . . .”
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“Tongue, mouth, teeth, fingers.”
She’s telling me what she wants. No wobble in her voice like there once was when asking for the smallest of things. Now, with me, she asks for what she wants.
And I will always give her what she wants.
Except for one thing.
I run my tongue through her soaked center and swirl it around her sweet little nub. Her back arches off the bed instantly.
“Oh, fuck.” Her sweet little syllables tumble softly through her open mouth. Head tilted back, her slender neck is all cream and elegant angles, her beauty never more grounding than it is now.
I nip and suckle away the sting that would have lanced through her. Her hands find my hair. I love them there. I love my mouth here.
Fuck.
No.
Sliding two fingers into her center, I suck hard on her clit, knowing it will bring her close.
Make her pussy swollen and tight, bring her more pleasure when I finally slam into her.
She shoots up off the bed. I plunder each sensitive part of her over and over until she is crying out my name.
Hands gripping tight in my hair, she comes, grinding against my mouth. I take everything she gives up.
“Need more, Evie baby?”
“Yes . . . Please, Cal.”
I rise from the floor and sit, leaning back on the headboard. “Come sink your pretty pussy on my lap.”
She rolls over, pushing up onto her knees. Walking on her knees, she straddles my lap.
“No. Turn around. I want to see that tight ass of yours bounce on my cock.”
Evie huffs a shy laugh but does as I ask. And when she sits over me and looks back, those brown eyes almost take me under. I grab her hips, lining up my tip with her slick entrance. She pulls her hair to the side, exposing her spine, and lets it rest over her right shoulder.
Fucking perfect.
I slam her down onto my hard length, and she cries out, rolling her hips.
“Fuck, baby girl. So. Fucking. Tight.”
Her fingers wrap around mine on her hips, and she rises. Slowly. Too slowly. And I almost come with the sweet agony of it.
“Bounce,” I growl.
She turns back, her face turned serious. “It feels too good. I don’t wan?—”
“Now.”
She rises and plummets, taking up a quick rhythm, still watching me.
Her tits bounce with every single drop of her body.
My mouth waters at the sight of those pert, dusky nipples pointing at nothing, the curve of her under breast tantalizing me with every stroke.
Fuck, I need them between my lips. But the sight of her sweet little ass bouncing on my cock is too good.
I grip her hips, slowing her movements.
She rolls forward with the next stroke, tugging my tip deeper inside her. I drop my head back, groaning through the bliss her movement brings.
“You like that?” she breathes.
“Baby, there isn’t a thing I don’t like about you.”
A sweet giggle leaves her lips, but it fades as she whispers, “Good.”
That’s the undoing of me. The telltale heat in my lower spine spreads as my balls tighten. Evie lowers, her hands gripping mine, which are still on her hips, tighter. Her face breaks as she tightens around my cock.
“Cal,” she cries on one breathy, ragged syllable.
“Fuck, baby girl. Ride it out.”
She picks up the pace, hips rolling as she strangles my goddamn cock. Each beautiful wave she works through milks another hot, ropey shot deep inside her. Pressing my forehead to her spine, I growl through my release.
Her whimpers turn to breathy whispers.
She settles, and I wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back, her face turning to nuzzle into my neck. The definition of cruel is giving a lonely man this kind of heaven, this woman, only to steal her away for some bigger, more noble purpose.
“Don’t let go yet,” she whispers.
The stone forming in my throat may as well be a boulder. Unable to reply, I tighten my hold on her. The second I can draw air again, I kiss her neck, her jaw, brushing my nose over the shell of her ear.
“How are you so tender under that rough exterior, Callum McCreary?”
I huff a strained chuckle.
Only for her.
Only with the pure desperation I have from needing her.
With a nip to her earlobe, I utter, “You do that to me.”
She shifts on my lap, turning back until she is facing me but sitting sideways in my lap. Draping her arms around my neck, she drops her forehead to meet mine. “Say that again.”
“You do that to me, Evie.”
She smiles. “I like that.”
Yeah, baby girl. Me too.
Cupping her jaw with rough hands, I draw her mouth in, crashing her lips against mine in an open kiss. A sailor drowning for a taste of his siren.
Who am I kidding? I’m done for with this woman.
I have no idea how I’m going to say goodbye to her.