She pushed him down and climbed on top, divesting him of his shirt, pulling down his pants. Her hands shook with the same gripping need, which made him even more ravenous. Everett shoved up her T-shirt and ripped it off, hands cupping her breasts and tweaking her already hard nipples. She smelled of coconut and hibiscus.
“First fast, then slow,” he ground out as her hair spilled over him like a silky, dark curtain. He sucked hard on her nipple. She arched and cried out, and he soothed the sting with his tongue. “Can’t think.”
“Then don’t.” This time, she grabbed the condom and sheathed him. Drugged green eyes locked him in her gaze as she straddled him, grasping his cock between her fingers and positioning him at her dripping entrance. “Just feel.”
She sank on top of him. He thrust his fingers in her hair and twisted. Hissed out a curse. Her tight, wet heat gripped like a vise as she took him in one smooth motion. His head spun as she rode him and chased her pleasure with greed. Everett moved his hands to grasp her hips and drag her closer. She gasped, biting down on her lip as she set the rhythm, dragging her clit across his length with each downward motion.
He was going to die. Explode. Come so hard he’d never recover. He studied her face with greed, savoring every moan and grunt and rapturous expression as her sweet pussy squeezed and the ripples began. Her head fell back. Her thighs tightened.
With one quick move, he shoved himself deep and hit her sensitive spot.
“Everett!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Come all over me.”
She did. She rode out every sensation and he refused to miss one flicker of her expression as she gave herself up and over to him. Finally, he let himself go and followed her over. It felt like forever. It felt like a lifetime.
It felt like perfection.
They collapsed together in the damp sheets. His heart began to slow. Hand cupping her ass, he pulled her closer, enjoying the warmth of her silky skin pressed against his hair-roughened body. Everett nuzzled her ear. “Okay, I swear that wasn’t a booty call.”
Her delighted laughter made him grin. “Really? Because it certainly felt like one.”
He winced. “I wanted to see you. Not just to have sex, though that was incredible. I wanted ...”
“What?” Her softly spoken question prodded him to say the rest.
“To talk. Touch you. See your face and fall asleep by your side.” Silence fell. “Are you freaking out now?”
Another laugh, but this one was quieter. “A little. But I still don’t want to stop.”
“Good.” He stroked her hip and traced the lines of her tattoo. The shark tooth was sketched like a rising wave and beautiful in its poetic simplicity. “I kept thinking about what you said today.”
She stiffened, then relaxed. “About surfing?”
“Yeah. It hit me, I guess. Felt like there was a distance between us when I dropped you off.”
“I felt it, too.” A sigh spilled from her lips. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I’m afraid I did.”
Her honesty humbled him. This woman wasn’t afraid to speak truths. “You don’t think I could live in this world. You don’t think I could learn to surf.”
Rowan turned her head to meet his gaze. “I think it would be hard for you.”
Everett considered. “I think most of the best things in my life have been hard.”
“I know you could learn, Suit. Hell, you can conquer anything you set your mind to. I just don’t think you’ll like it.”
Maybe she was right. Maybe he was reading way too much into it, and he was leaving in a month, so it wasn’t like suddenly surfing was going to change anything between them. The end was clear, and there was nothing to do about it.
Everett still didn’t care and didn’t want to analyze why. “Teach me.”
Her head jerked. “What?”
“Teach me,” he said again. “Or if you don’t want to or are too busy, let me ask Tino. Or Lea.”
She touched his cheek. Ran her index finger over his mouth. Green eyes dove deep, seeking answers. “Why?”
“I want to try. I want to share something you and Kelsey love, even if it’s for just a few lessons. Will you?”
