Eye for an Eye (Take a Chance #2)- Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,73

grips the back, her knuckles white.

The smell of our arousal fills the air, turning me on more. I slam to the hilt, reaching around to palm her chest before lifting her up so I can cup her tits. Her arse slaps against my thighs as her moans fill the air.

I ram into her, groaning as her tits bounce with each thrust. “God, you drive me wild. Look at your tits.”

“Wyatt,” she groans, tilting her head to the side, reaching for my lips. I kiss her back as best as I can at this angle, our breaths mingling together.

I’m already close, and I can feel her tightening further each time I penetrate her.

“Fuck!” I groan, pushing her forward again, one hand on her shoulder and one on her hip as I look down between us, watching my cock slide in and out, coated in her juices.

I ram my cock inside her wet pussy, feeling my balls tighten.

“Wyatt,” she screams, her movements frenzied. Her pussy tightens around my cock, squeezing me as she rides through her orgasm. I groan, leaning back a little to get a better angle as my grip tightens on her.

I suck in a breath, my orgasm tearing through me as I fill the condom, fucking her without rhythm.

Sweat trickles down my back as I slow down, my balls tight as her pussy continues to spasm around me.

Evie collapses against the sofa, my cock slipping free as she pants, pushing hair out of her face.

I lean forward, kissing her bare shoulder. “You are amazing,” I whisper, pressing another kiss to her neck.

She turns, lying back on the couch, staring up at me with adoration. I manoeuvre myself so I’m situated between her legs, running my fingers through her hair.

“I like you, Wyatt. A whole lot,” she tells me, her tone serious and filled with emotion. “Remember that, and how real this is.”

I soften against her before pressing a kiss to her swollen lips. It’s the great sex talking. However, I know she likes me and it isn’t just about the sex. “That’s the sex talking, but just so you know, I like you a lot too.”

She gives me a small smile, her fingers playing with the hair on the nape of my neck. “This is more than great sex, though, right?”

My eyebrows pinch together. I thought she knew that. I explained it from the start that I thought this was more. But seeing the vulnerability in her gaze, I answer, keeping my voice soft and low, yet steady.

“It’s always been more than sex. Always.”

She reaches up, kissing me, her tongue sweeping against mine, and I moan into her mouth, pressing my dick against her.

When she pulls back, her lids lower and a blush rises in her cheeks. “If we are going to go again, we should have food first.”

“Definitely,” I answer, smirking. “My girl wears me out, so I’ll definitely need sustenance to keep up with her.”

She lightly slaps my shoulder, a giggle escaping. “It’s you who pounces on me.”

My lips twist into a pout as I tilt my head side to side. “But it’s your fault I want you so bad.”

Her expression softens into a smile. “Thank you for being there today. For bringing me home. For being you,” she whispers.

“Always,” I promise.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

EVIE

He brought us to the beach.

The beach.

Big, burly, yet kind and gentle Wyatt brought me to a beach so I could forget the night before and relax. I never would have pictured this or that he could be romantic. It’s sweet.

When Wyatt said he had asked Jaxon to give us the day off, I was a little annoyed with him for doing it behind my back. I don’t want them to think I’m incapable of doing my job because I let my personal life get in the way. I want them to know I’m all in. Not only that, but I need the money to pay rent now that the government no longer pays for the help I received when I was caring for Mum. It all stopped the minute she went into care.

We even argued—if you could call bickering back and forth arguing—when I said I was going into work and that he had no right making that kind of decision for me. Wyatt won in the end, explaining that he was due for some time off since Jaxon had spent a lot of time off with Lily over the past few months. I tried to argue, pointing out that I’m not Lily, that