Eye for an Eye (Take a Chance #2)- Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,36

of a mystery to me. I want to know all of her.

“I wonder if I could get you to come just by playing with your nipples,” I muse, bending down to flick my tongue over the tip.

Her breath catches, and whether she’s done it intentionally or not, her chest pushes out, bringing her tits closer.

I chuckle under my breath as my fingers slide down her body. I glance up at her through my lashes, watching as her pupils dilate and her lips part.

“You already want it again,” I tease, before sucking her nipple into my mouth.

She moans, her head dropping back on the pillow. Already, I found her weak spot. She loves her tits being played with.

“No,” she moans out, biting her bottom lip again.

I rise above her, pressing my hips between her thighs.

“Why don’t we see?” I murmur, running my tongue between her breasts. “I could certainly give you a review.”

“I—oh God, do that again,” she cries out when I slide the tip of my cock through her wetness whilst lightly raking my teeth over her nipple.

Taking her from behind, having that arse slap up against you while she begs you to go harder is any man’s fantasy.

Hell, for weeks it has been mine.

But never once did I imagine what she would look like when she’s turned on.

Seeing her face filled with lust, hearing those mewling sounds she makes in the back of her throat, is more than I can take. I’m hard again, and desperate to hear her moan my name.

As I move down her body, my head between her legs, I know it’s going to be a long night.

And I’m going to make every second count.

CHAPTER NINE

EVIE

There is always a moment of regret when you wake up after a night out. Did you bring a stranger home? Did you say or do something you shouldn’t have? Or the worst: are you about to wake up and find out you slept with someone who clearly doesn’t look the way they had the night before when you were intoxicated.

Regret is the first thing that runs through my mind as memories of the night before flood through me. Regret that I fell asleep, regret that it had to end, and regret for sleeping with a man who I know for a fact will soon hate me.

Rebecca said telling the Hayes family wouldn’t achieve anything, but I’m not my father. I don’t lie. Not normally. I don’t manipulate people, and that is exactly what Wyatt will think I did once he finds out.

But what I regret the most is that last night, whether he knew it or not, I gave him a piece of my heart. And when he finds out, and he will, it’s going to shatter my heart into pieces.

I’ve had a few boyfriends, a few lovers, but never one who made me feel the way Wyatt did last night. He opened me up to something new, to a part of myself I didn’t know existed. I felt free to be who I wanted to be, free to explore who that person was, and he loved it. I loved it.

He made my body come alive with just a tear of a skirt. The way he touched me, so rough yet gentle… I craved that. No one, since I was a little girl, ever cared to put my needs first. Last night, Wyatt did.

Even my mum—although she was never a bad mum—never took my side when it came to Andrew. She pushed my feelings and my heartache aside because she couldn’t see or feel it through my eyes. She only saw her own pain, her own love. And it broke her. He broke her the day he told her he wouldn’t be coming back again, that he was staying with his wife. And he continued to break her every time he swore it was his last visit. Until one day, when I was seven, he left. I didn’t see him again until I was twelve.

Wyatt doesn’t have a selfish bone in his body. He is loyal to those he deems friends. Last night wasn’t any different. He made me feel wanted in a way no other person could or has in my life. And when you spent most of your life feeling unappreciated and unwanted, you cling to that feeling.

And boy can he kiss.

But that guilt, that slither of regret… it haunts me.

There is a chance last night meant nothing to him. I have no doubt in my mind that