Chapter 35
“Wow …” Remington moaned, her body shaking as she laughed beneath him. “When I thought about us celebrating, I figured we’d finish off that bottle of champagne and devour dinner. But instead?—”
“I devoured you,” Everett said. He was nestled between her thighs, face inches from her, with the most perfect view of her mound.
The taste of her lingered on his lips. He couldn’t decide which sensation owned him more, the lingering salt-sweet of her on his tongue, or the silken throb of her pulse still fluttering under his fingertips when he brushed them along her knee.
He could barely stay still with his cock stiffening by the second.
Leaning forward, he inhaled her heavenly scent, then swiped his tongue against her swollen clit.
“Everett,” she whispered, fingers dragging up his back, nails scraping against his back.
Her palms slid upward, caressing his neck and cradling his head.
Proof that she’d let go of all those old warped views about herself and her body and fully trusted in this moment.
Trusted him. He was drunk off the thought of Remington openly giving herself to him.
Again. After all these years. He had his woman back, and it was sweeter than he remembered.
Another slow, wet stroke and her hips lifted from the sheets.
He felt the tremor in her legs first—tiny earthquakes against his shoulders—before it rolled up her spine and spilled out as a sigh.
He could stay like this forever, tongue threading her open, chasing every gasp that tumbled out so freely now.
Her hands gently pressed against his head, a silent plea for more pressure, less teasing.
He obliged, circling harder, flattening his tongue until her thighs clamped either side of his head.
Sliding his hands along her hips and over her abdomen, it still amazed him how all shame had faded away.
She let him see her raw and shaking. Days ago, she’d recoil, tense and flinch when he touched the ruined skin below her ribs.
Now she pressed into his palms instead of away.
Still vulnerable, still marked, but his.
“I cannot believe you have me so close … to another … oh my …” the words tumbled from her lips.
She arched against his mouth, hips rolling in invitation.
He answered with a slow, deliberate promise, tongue tracing every ridge, every delicate fold, the taste of her bursting over him.
This was the third, no fourth, time tonight he would lead her over the cliff of ecstasy.
Everett had taken his time and worshipped her in a way she’d missed all these years.
Her sigh became a small, shocked cry that ricocheted straight to his cock.
He wanted to surge inside, lose himself in the wet heat he’d been teasing for hours, but this, watching her body unravel under his mouth, this was sacred.
His release could wait. But not much longer. That was becoming painfully clear.
“Please,” she whispered.
That single word undid him.
Everett gave her what she asked for, sealing his mouth over her clit and sucking harder while his fingers slid inside, curling toward that spot he’d mapped so diligently.
She came apart with a sound he felt in his chest, a long, broken moan that arched her off the bed and locked her thighs around him so tight he could barely breathe.
He didn’t care. He’d happily suffocate here, drowning in her, feeling every pulse and clench around his fingers as she rode it out against his mouth.
He held her hips through every shudder, drinking in the way she said his name like a prayer she’d forgotten she knew. He didn’t stop until she was boneless beneath him, her thighs falling open, her chest heaving.
Everett propped himself on his elbows and stared at her for seconds that stretched for an eternity. She looked like the perfect angel, wavy tresses covering the pillow as her breathing slowed to normal.
He wanted more than anything to tell her the words echoing in his head.
I love you, Remington. Always have. Always will.
But he couldn’t get them to come out. Not yet. Not until he’d kept his promise to her. Found the proof that she didn’t kill Bobby and gave her the life she loved back. Only then would he come close to deserving the chance to tell her how he felt about her.
“Want me to warm up the food from Sugarcanes?” He asked.
Her hazel eyes flickered open, long lashes blinking as she looked at him with so much love that he thought his heart would explode.
“Come here.” She beckoned for him.
He crawled up the length of her body, pressing slow kisses against the soft swell of her belly, the dip beneath her ribs where the scar tissue puckered and pulled. His lips traced the ruined skin as if it were holy. Because it was. To him, every inch of her was.
When he reached her breasts, he lingered, drawing one nipple into his mouth and rolling it gently with his tongue. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The pain was exquisite.
“Everett … come …” she whispered.
He reluctantly tore himself away from her sweet tit and maneuvered until his face was above hers.
She rested her hands on the sides of his face, then pulled him down to her with a force that shocked him.
Her mouth found his, and he knew she tasted herself on his lips, that intimate, unmistakable proof of where his mouth had been.
She didn’t pull back. If anything, she kissed him deeper, her tongue sliding against his with a hunger that made his already aching cock twitch hard against her thigh.
“You’re trembling,” she whispered against his lips.
He was. He’d been holding back so long that his whole body hummed with it, every muscle pulled taut. “Been wanting you,” he managed. “All night.”
“Take me. I need to feel you inside of me.”
Everett reached between them, gripping himself, dragging the head of his cock through the slick heat she’d left for him.
She was soaked, swollen, still pulsing from the last orgasm he’d wrung out of her.
The feel of her against him made his jaw clench.
The contact alone nearly undid him. He gritted his teeth, jaw clenching as he fought the urge to drive home in one greedy stroke.
Instead, he pushed in slow, watching her face the whole time, cataloging the way her lips parted, the way her brows drew together as her body stretched to take him.
“Fuck,” he breathed. The wet grip of her closed around him inch by inch, and he had to stop halfway, eyes squeezing shut to keep from finishing right there. “Remington.” Her name broke from him like a confession.
She lifted her hips, taking him deeper, and the heat of her swallowed the last of his restraint.
He sank in to the hilt, forehead dropping to hers as a groan tore loose from somewhere low in his chest. She was tight and slick and hot around him.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could only feel the way her body clenched around his like she never meant to let go.
“More,” she gasped, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, urging him deeper. “All of it. Don’t you dare hold back on me now.”
He gave her what she demanded.
Drawing back until only the head of him remained inside her, then drove home again, slow and deep, savoring every inch of the way she gripped him.
A whimper slipped from her, and her nails bit into his shoulders, marking him.
He welcomed it. Wanted her to leave proof of this on his skin, evidence that she’d been here, that she’d chosen him.
“That’s it,” she breathed, hips rising to meet each thrust. “Everett, just like that.”
He found a rhythm, steady and relentless, the slick sounds of their joining filling the room. She felt impossibly good, like coming home.
“Like that?” he managed, hips rolling into hers with a deliberate, grinding patience.
“Yes,” she breathed, the word dissolving into a moan as he ground against that spot deep inside her. “You feel so good inside me. I’ve missed this so much.”
Everett watched her beneath him, drinking in every detail, the flush spreading across her chest, the way her lips parted on each thrust, the slick gleam of sweat at her throat.
He wanted to memorize all of it. He’d spent years convinced he’d never see her like this again, never feel the way she clenched around him, never hear those soft sounds she made when he hit the spot that made her gasp.
The flutter of her walls clenched his cock as he angled his hips and pressed deeper.
The friction was exquisite. The drag of her slick heat along every inch of him pulled a groan from his throat.
He braced one forearm beside her head, the other hand sliding beneath her, palming the curve of her ass to tilt her up into each thrust.
She was watching him now, those hazel eyes hooded and dark, her lips parted as she panted. The sight of her like this nearly sent him over before he was ready.
“Faster … harder …” she gasped, fingers clutching at his back. “Everett, please.”
He shifted his weight, hooking his arm beneath her knee and pressing it up toward her chest, opening her wider.
The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper.
His free hand slid between their bodies.
His thumb found her clit, swollen and slick, and he circled it in time with his thrusts.
She jolted beneath him like he’d touched a live wire.
“Everett!” she gasped, her back bowing off the mattress. “I can’t … it’s too much?—“
“You can,” he murmured against her throat, pressing his lips to the frantic beat of her pulse as he fought a losing battle to maintain control.
“One more for me,” he ground out, his voice ragged against the curve of her neck. “Give me one more, Remington. Let me feel you come around me.”
She shattered.
He felt through every nerve and cell in his body. He kept his thumb moving, drawing it out, working her through every wave until she was sobbing his name and clutching at him like he was the only solid thing in the world.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Didn’t want to.
His hips snapped forward, the rhythm faltering as the first wave crashed through him.
He buried himself deep, one last greedy thrust, and the world narrowed to the slick clench of her around him.
He came hard, harder than he could remember, hard enough to white out his vision.
His cock pulsed inside her, every muscle locked tight as he spilled into the welcoming heat of her body.
A guttural sound tore from his throat, raw and unguarded, as he rode out each shuddering pulse.
He collapsed against her, his face pressed to the damp curve of her neck.
He could feel her heart hammering against his chest, matching the wild thud of his own.
They stayed tangled together in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, their breaths slowly finding the same rhythm.
Everett didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break the fragile, perfect quiet that had settled over them.
He could feel the slick heat where their bodies still joined, the way her fingers traced idle patterns along his spine.
He pressed a kiss to the damp skin below her ear, then propped himself up enough to look at her. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips curved in a soft, sated smile he hadn’t seen on her face in years.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him back down to the pillow next to her. Curving her body into his, she sighed and said, “You know, Sugarcanes is as good for breakfast as it is for dinner.”
“Is that so?” Everett said, his satiety giving way to sleepiness.
Her response was a gentle snore as she fell asleep in his arms.