The woman could so easily shift his reality. “Everly,” he murmured against her lips between kisses. “This probably isn’t the best idea.”
She pulled back enough to look into his eyes. Hers were open and so damned honest. “It won’t interfere.”
“I want to believe that.”
She kissed his jaw, his neck, his throat, his chest. Then met his eyes again. “Denying your own pleasure is no help to Bella.”
Decker had told him as much a dozen different ways a dozen different times over the last year. But it had been so easy to distract himself. Before Everly.
Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts and stroked his bare cock. Pleasure swamped him in a searing wave, tightening his muscles, arching his back and snapping his last tether to restraint.
He pulled her against him and kissed her, sliding his hands down the slope of her spine and over her ass, where he squeezed handfuls of the flesh and rocked her against his erection. She hummed and licked into his mouth. One hand dove into his hair, the other pressed against the bed and pushed, lifting her and breaking the kiss.
“Scoot back,” she said, breathless.
With his head spinning, he used his elbows to slide fully onto the bed. She picked up a condom packet, put it between her teeth and ripped it open, then crawled over him on hands and knees, a wicked little smile on her face.
She sat back to roll it on, and Austin gritted his teeth to endure the exquisite torture.
When her fingers hit the base of his cock, Austin flipped her to her back, his hips easing between her soft thighs. God damn, she felt so fucking heavenly against him.
Braced on his elbows, he framed her face with his hands, stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “Just tonight. Just this once.”
He wasn’t sure if he was telling her or himself.
“Whatever you want.” She reached between them, lifted her hips, and guided his cock to her heat. “Tomorrow, we can go back to business as usual.”
Austin reacted automatically, naturally, sinking into her softness. Her eyes closed, and she dropped her head back. Her lips parted on a sharp inhale. Then she released a low “Oh fuck” of pure pleasure, shooting a thrill through Austin. His head swam with lust, need, desire, affection, excitement. Everything tangled together, adding fuel to the fire already burning through his veins.
Austin’s body took over, seeking pleasure. And in spite of his mind telling him to keep it physical, he also found his soul seeking connection.
Her hands roamed down his sides and over his ass, where her fingers dug in and pulled at his hips. Austin added power to his thrusts, driving into her harder and deeper. Until her pussy clenched his length and made stars blur his vision. Until each thrust forced a sound of pleasure from her throat. Until she crossed her feet at the small of his back and lifted into him.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Her throaty words sparked more fire.
He slipped one hand behind her neck, reached overhead with the other, and wrapped his fingers around a vertical slat in the headboard. He leveraged the strength of the frame to add force and depth, but he kept the pace steady, giving her every inch of him with every stroke. Tip to base. Tip to base. Tip to base.
She reached overhead, flattening her hand against the headboard. The move brought Austin back from delirium. He drove deep and paused to catch his breath.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her tone a reverent testimony to their chemistry. “Don’t stop.”
Austin released her neck and wrapped his arm low on her hips. They were both sweaty, so he held tight as he pushed back from the headboard.
The move jarred him inside her and made them both moan. Which in turn made them both laugh. When she opened her eyes, the sparkle there tightened his throat. Mountains shifted inside him.
The emotional leap flooded his fire with lighter fluid. Austin kissed her, infused with renewed passion, and used every ounce of strength he possessed to rock her ever-loving world.
“Yes, God, yes…” She whimpered, she pleaded, she moaned. Every sound intensified his hunger. His pleasure. “Don’t stop. God damn, Austin.”
And when she finally peaked, he watched pleasure ravage her expression, felt her muscles coil and release, coil and release in orgasm after orgasm. Austin let himself go as the last shivers trembled through Everly’s body. His pleasure peaked in a searing wave of ecstasy, wringing out every muscle in his body and wiping his mind clear of any worry.
He let himself float on the high until it naturally eased him back to earth. Back to Everly’s luscious body, limp beneath him.
She dropped her forearm over her eyes with a reverent “Holy fuck.”
Austin laughed. He felt like the joy came straight from his chest. He relaxed into her, letting his sweaty forehead drop to her shoulder as they both caught their breath.
God, he’d never craved a woman like this. He could only hope that Bella was intensely wiped out and slept all night. Because if this was the only taste he ever got of Everly, he was going to make sure it was a night neither of them would soon forget.