She moans into my mouth, her fingers digging into my hair. Lust roars through me like a raging beast. I kiss her jaw, nip her earlobe. Hear her sharp gasps, feel the slight rocking of her hips against my hard dick.
Yes.
I push at her skirt, yank away her underwear. She’s soaking, hot and slick.
“My God, Evie,” I say.
“I want you, Nate. Now,” she demands, unbuttoning my shirt.
I rip the rest of the buttons, unable to wait, then kick my boxers away.
“I love it that you’re so impatient.” Her pink tongue sweeps over her lips. The sight is more erotic than any pornography. She could be blinking like an owl and I’d still think it was erotic.
“I’m always impatient to have you, always horny for you.”
She spreads her legs, her eyes shiny with excitement. Trust. And something else soft and sweet that I can’t quite name but makes my heart ache anyway. “Then I’m all yours.”
My mouth around her nipple, I push into her in one smooth stroke. She cries out, the sound hot and urgent. Her fingers dig into me, and I spread her even wider, pulling out and surging into her again.
She wraps around me like molten gloves, and I feel it like a hand around my heart. Sweat pops over my forehead, and lust thrums in my head. There’s pressure gathering at the base of my spine. I’m too close, but I refuse to go over the edge alone.
Gripping her pelvis, I tilt her so that with every thrust I’m grinding against her clit. She’s panting, her breasts rising and falling, and pleasure twists and unfurls over her.
She screams my name, her spine arching. Her inner muscles spasm around me, and I drive into her one more time, as deep as I can go, then follow her into the blinding abyss, where nothing matters but us.
Chapter Forty-Three
Nate
“How’s Evie doing?” Court asks as we sit down at Virgo for lunch the next day. I gave Evie a bullshit excuse about my best friend needing some guy-talk time and came alone. Yuna is also able to come, taking a break from her all-important baby shopping. Court’s sister-in-law isn’t even close to her due date, but Yuna is apparently sweeping through stores like there’s going to be a massive shortage of baby things next week.
“She’s all right,” I say. “Taking it better than I thought.”
“You know that means she’s a keeper,” Yuna says. “So, is he dead yet?”
“Who?” Court asks.
“Not yet,” I say, knowing exactly who she means. “I can’t decide if he should be made never to publish again or worse.”
“Why settle for one?” Loathing seethes in Court’s voice. He has a history with Brockman because the asshole used to date my friend’s candy-bar fiancée and write trash about his family. Brockman gets around.
“If you need anything, just ask,” Yuna says. “Happy to help crush him. I swing a mean wrecking ball. Well, I know people who can.”
Yeah, like her ridiculously wealthy and overprotective parents. “Appreciate the offer, but I’m okay. I can handle him on my own.”
“But you’re worried,” Court says, barely looking at the menu.
“You shouldn’t be,” Yuna adds. “If you fail, I’ll avenge you.”
I laugh, my shoulders shaking at her overly serious expression. “Thanks, but really, I don’t need any help to squash that bug. It’ll be a pleasure to make him squeal.”
“Then why did you ask us to meet you? If it’s not about that shitbag, and you aren’t going to introduce us Evie…” Yuna grows thoughtful. “You should introduce us. I’m dying to meet her.”
And I should. She’ll enjoy my circle of friends, and most importantly, I want her to feel more included. “You can all come over this weekend to see her, but I’ve got a delicate situation on my hands.”
Yuna leans closer, propping her chin in her hand. “Ooh. Tell me. I love delicate.”
I chuckle in spite of myself. “You can’t tell anybo