“Why’s that?” she asks, eyelashes fluttering. She’s doing it on purpose to mess with me, and it works.
“I’d have struck out the whole game. We would’ve lost to Springdale, even with your homerun. That was so fucking hot, by the way. I knew you were a badass, but I didn’t know you had homeruns in you.”
Everleigh gives a playful shrug, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Anything’s possible with the right motivation.”
“Oh? And what motivated that surge of power?”
She licks her lips, her gaze dropping to the pitched tent beneath my pants. “Tomorrow morning, you can ask me all the questions you want. But right now? Just focus on fucking me senseless.”
I hurriedly shrug out of the last of my clothes, my gaze locked with Everleigh’s as I strip naked. If that wicked expression of hers is any indication, she enjoys watching me undress. My cock throbs harder at that gleam in her eyes, but the fucker will just have to wait to sink into her tight pussy a little while longer. Ionly let it out this early to torment Everleigh. That, and my briefs are fucking soaked through.
I didn’t spend months fantasizing about my first night with Everleigh to rush things.
“Definitelynota gun,” she murmurs in approval, hooking her thumbs into the side of her thong.
“Leave it on,” I insist before she can pull it off.
“But it’s wet,” she protests.
“Not half as wet as it’s going to be, babe.” I dive at her, scooping her into my arms without warming. She squeals in delight as one arm sweeps beneath her knees. The other steadies her behind her back. I only make it halfway down the hall when her hands grip my neck and she fuses her mouth to mine once again. For a deliciously dizzying moment, I forget what I was doing.
“Wyatt?” she asks, threading her fingers up the back of my neck into my hair.
“Hmm?”
“I’d like you to fuck me now.” She practically purrs the words.
I let out a deep, low chuckle as I carry her the rest of the way down the hall to my bedroom.
“What’s so funny?” she demands.
“You.”
“Me?”
“If you want me inside you, you’re going to have to beg harder than that, Ev.”
“You’re notreallygoing to make me beg,” she says. “Are you?”
“I’m a man of my word.”
“Fuck, you’re right.”
I push the door open with my foot, then kick it closed behind me. With one more sinfully good kiss that nearly makes meforego my plan to take my time, I toss her onto the bed. She shimmies herself until she finds a pillow to rest her head against.
“Are you going to join me or just stare at me all night?” she teases.
“I’m admiring the view.” I fist my cock, pumping it slowly as I greedily rake my gaze over her mostly naked body, eager to take that thong off with my teeth.Soon.
“Am I just supposed to enjoy the show or do I participate?” she asks, sliding a hand seductively over her tit, down her stomach, and between her legs. Her hips arch into her touch, and I nearly pounce on her.
It takes an incredible amount of restraint to stick to the plan.
“Hands off, Ev. That’s my job now.”
She holds her hands up in mock surrender, and I slowly crawl onto the bed.
Thunder rumbles, and a strike of lightning causes the room to glow. As I settle in beside her, I vaguely wonder if she’ll want to go back to her old life now that she’s faced what haunted her this past year. Does she miss it? Would she leave? I shove the questions aside. That’s a discussion we can have over pancakes in the morning.
