Carrying her into her momma’s house that I know as well as my own, I find her bedroom and close the door. She knocks my hat off and shoves at my jacket.
Setting her on her feet, I reach for the bottom of her t-shirt and pull the dripping fabric from her body. The purple lace bra does nothing to hide the hard nipples inside.
Dropping to my knees, I suck a lace-covered peak into my mouth. Her skin is cold, and she shudders when the heat of my lips latches onto her. My fingers work the drenched black leggings and panties down her legs to stop at her thighs, locking her in place.
“Open.”
My rough command is immediately obeyed as she widens her stance as much as she can.
Peeling the cup of her bra down, I latch onto her hardened nipple at the same time my hand slides against her pussy lips.
Her breathing shudders, hands reaching out for something to hold onto as her head falls back on a moan. Using the side of my hand, I slide the length of my pointer finger between her folds, sliding easily in her arousal.
Before me is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Toned and strong legs, a slight curve of her hip, a soft stomach and tits that will fill my palms just fine. Her body has filled out here and there since I’ve seen her last, rounded out some of the edges. My mouth waters for a taste and my cock aches to sink deep into her.
Eva’s hips ride my hand, chasing oblivion.
I suck hard on her tit; her nipple is damn near in my throat, my teeth scoring her pale flesh. A beautiful flush reddens her skin as she gets close, more desperate for release. She’s almost there, soaking my hand, riding my fingers hard when I pull them away from her, her nipple leaving my mouth with a pop.
Her pitiful whimper and full body tremble makes me smile. I pull her leggings the rest of the way off and unhook her bra before standing.
“This pussy is mine, Wildflower,” I growl against her lips.
I ravage her mouth, biting her lips, demanding entrance. With her hair in my fist at the back of her head, my free hand trails down her chest between her glorious tits and down to her pussy once again. Using just the pad of my middle finger, I zero in on her swollen clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles. It doesn’t take me long to get her back to the edge, trembling and mewling.
“Please,” she bites her bottom lip to stop from whimpering. “Please, Ian.”
“Give it to me. That orgasm is mine, isn’t it?”
I watch her closely; she damn near sobs in relief when it washes over her. Her mouth falls open on a soundless scream, and I take her lips again. These lips are mine too.
I’m going to be burned from the heat coming from her skin. She’s on fire, but I’ll go up in flames before I walk away.
The orgasm loosens her muscles, leaving her barely able to stand. Lifting her from the floor, I toss her on the bed, stomach down, and climb on after her. I straddle her thighs to keep her still. My hands stroke the soft skin of her perky ass, gripping her flesh then landing a hard smack on each cheek. A gorgeous red handprint blossoms on each side.
My hands knead the muscles of her rounded ass as I grind my raging cock against it, relishing the pale skin of her body against the tan of my hand.
“Ian.” She looks over her shoulder at me.
“Mine.” My eyes lock onto hers, daring her to argue.
She arches into my touch when my hand slides between her thighs. I have to have her. Now. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve never had a need this strong. It’s her. Only ever her.
Ripping open my jeans, I release my dick, stroking it while I watch her skin flush. I’m not a small man in any way. Eva’s eyes drag down my chest and stop at my cock, biting her lip and whimpering as I stroke it for her.
“Need something, Wildflower?”
“Fuck me.”
Her skin is a sexy shade of lust when I lean forward, dragging my tip between her lips. She’s fucking soaked and my control snaps. Lining up with her entrance, I slam home in one thrust. Her hands tangle in the sheets. She’s stretched taught, her body not used to taking me. The world explodes behind my eyelids and lust licks my veins. The planets align and I’m fucking home.
I stop, balls-deep in the girl I’ve been waiting years for. I pull her hips up to adjust the angle, sinking in just a fraction more.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers.
Wrapping her hair around my first, I don’t stop again. Over and over, I slam into her, thrusting hard and fast, needing to claim her in the most primal way I can. Something brought her back into my life, and I’ll be damned if I let her drive away again. She’ll feel me tomorrow, I’ll make fucking sure of it.
My fingers thread with hers.
“Please,” she whines.
“You wanna come again?” I pull on her hair, jerking her head back.
She cries out something between pain and pleasure.
“Come on, then. Give me another one.”
She detonates beneath me, clinging to me, the walls of her pussy convulsing around my cock and forcing me to the edge. Tingles start low in my spine and wrap around my balls, drawing them up tight against my body. With a shudder, I empty into her and collapse, breathing hard.
It takes me a few deep breathes to realize her skin isn’t cold anymore, but the sweet scent of lavender and honey surrounds me. With a lazy smile, I kiss her neck and she pulls her hand from mine.
“Shit,” she sighs, tensing up.
“What?” Forcing myself to stop crushing her, I lean on my elbow to look down at her.
“I can’t do this.” She pushes up on her arms as dread settles in my gut.
“Can’t do what?”
“This.” She waves between us. “Just. Ugh. Get off.” She shoves up onto her hands and knees, pushing me off her.
I sit up, and she gets off the bed, pulling a blanket around her. I can’t help but watch her. Her chest heaves and she bites her lip as she paces the length of the room.
“This was a bad idea. I’m sorry. You have to go.” She opens the door, but won’t look at me. She just stares at the floor, still chewing on that damn lip.
I stand up, tucking myself back into my pants and straightening my clothes. Gripping her chin with my fingers, I force her chin up to look at me.
“You’re freaking out, so I’ll go, but we aren’t done here.”
Her eyes shine with unshed tears. One tear slips past her lashes to trail down her cheek. I swipe it away with a brush of my thumb, then walk away. I close the front door and head back to my vehicle, both lighter and heavier then when I arrived.
I can’t let her run from me again.
Chapter Four
EVA
I can’t sleep after he leaves. I tried but every time I close my eyes, he’s all I see, all I feel. I’m supposed to be healing from the last disaster of a relationship, not fucking the first boy to break my heart.
My skin still smells like him: Stetson Black. Warm spices, leather, wood. It’s as intoxicating as it is comforting. He’s worn the same cologne since he was fourteen. If I move just right, I can smell it in the air, like he’s taunting me.
I dug in my bag and found some dry clothes, but I haven’t showered. My body aches from him, from the way he took me, and I’m not ready to wash him from my skin. Not yet. I’m punishing myself by leaving it.