He laughed. His head dropped, his shoulders eased. “You have no idea how hard it is to keep myself from touching you right now.” He wiped a hand down his face again. “I just… You’re here for Bella…”
“Bella doesn’t need me right now.” She eased back, leaning against his chest. “But I think you do.”
When he looked at her, his gaze drifted down the front of her body. Even though he hadn’t touched her yet, Everly had never felt the kind of heat his glance created inside her body.
“What about you?” he asked, his voice rough.
Her brain fought the haze of lust. “What about me?”
He met and held her gaze again and stroked a hand over her damp hair. “What do you need?”
She sighed. “I thought I was making that clear. You. I really need you.”
Impatient, she wrapped her arm back and around his neck, then arched to press her lips to his. He kissed her, but his body remained stiff.
“Everly,” he whispered against her lips. “You’ve been through a lot tonight. And I won’t be able to stop once we start.”
With lust coursing through her veins, she smiled, fisted his hair, and murmured, “Hallelujah,” before pulling him down and opening to him.
It took only a split second for him to respond. He cradled her head with one hand, and the other slid across her abdomen while his tongue stroked hers. A wild thank God passed through her thoughts before they focused on him.
He groaned, and the sound shot adrenaline into her blood. She needed him. Needed him fast and hot. But when she turned to face him, he tightened the arm around her body, holding her still.
She broke the kiss, panting. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on. “Scoot back.”
Instead, she watched his free hand slide over her belly again, up her ribs, then close over one breast. She gripped his thigh, and arched into his touch. His mouth pressed against hers again, his tongue teasing while he stroked a thumb over her nipple.
Everly growled and tried to twist out of his grip to face him. “Austin, let me turn.”
“But I’ve got such a beautiful view.” His hand moved to the other breast, then drifted down her abdomen, across her belly, down the outside of her thigh.
She kissed his neck, then pushed against his thigh to lift her body and rocked her ass against his erection. He groaned, long and low.
She lifted her hips, her sex aching. “Austin.”
His hand caressed a familiar path low across her belly, then eased between her legs.
Everly’s breath caught. Her body tensed. And she immediately knew she was in trouble, because the man knew how to use his hands. His fingers teased and explored.
“Spread your legs.” His erotic order streaked excitement through her body.
She obeyed, and he took full advantage of the space, pushing his hand deep and stroking her before easing one thick finger inside. Everly moaned and rocked her hips.
“Fuck,” he whispered at her ear, the sound ragged and darkly sexual.
She gripped his other thigh and tried to lift herself and turn, but he was strong.
“So hungry for you,” he told her in a raspy voice just before he pulled his hand away from her body and plunged two fingers back inside.
Everly cried out in pleasure, and her fingers dug into his thighs as her body rocked toward his touch.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured. “Watch me touch you.”
She dropped her head and blinked away the lust haze. Moonlight cast their bodies in cool bluish-white light. His thickly muscled arm was a wildly masculine contra
st to her smooth belly. His big hand worked her sex, the muscles of his forearm rippling beneath his skin.
A surge of excitement pushed her higher.