she leaned close and rested her head against my chin.
My hands gripped her hips as she started to move, gliding up and down, rocking against me with every downward thrust. The friction was maddening, and I ached for her to move faster.
“Oh god, Tristan,” she muttered, and she cupped my face and sealed her lips to mine.
My tongue swiped past her open lips, tangling with hers. I swallowed her groan and coaxed another from her as I poured everything I had into that kiss.
I released her hip with one hand and skimmed my fingers down the front of her body, my thumb finding her clit and pressing down in tight circles.
“Yes,” she moaned, ending the kiss, her rhythm faltering.
She arched her back, her long hair tickling my thighs as she moved up and down my cock, chasing her orgasm.
I was ready to burst with every flutter of her muscles against my cock. There was nothing like making love to Evie. She didn’t hold anything back. She relished in every sensation. And it made me want to make sure I gave her everything I had.
“I’m so close. Oh god. So good. Oh, Tristan,” she moaned, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, and I groaned, low and long.
Her pink-tipped nipples were hard, and I needed to taste her again, so I leaned in, pulling one tip into my mouth and sucking. My tongue on her nipple mimicked my thumb on her clit.
“Oh yes. Too much. Don’t stop,” she gasped out, and I grinned against her skin before lightly nibbling around the pebbled peak.
I released her with a pop and moved to torment her other breast as her movements grew more spastic.
“Come for me, Evie,” I said after giving her one last lick.
She lifted her head, and our eyes met. The fire in her hazel depths consumed me and I almost lost it.
“You feel so good,” she bit out, her hands moving to my shoulders and then into my hair, tugging on the strands.
I needed her to come now.
I circled her clit with my thumb again, and I anchored my other hand in her hair, holding her close, dragging her body against mine. I gave her the friction I knew she needed to get off, while I pumped my hips.
“Oh my. Yes,” she shouted, her orgasm rocking through her.
I pressed down on her clit one last time, before I gripped her hips in both of my hands and sped up my thrusts through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Words of need and encouragement continued to slip from her lips as she moved with me.
The base of my spine tingled, and with one last thrust, I came, yelling out her name.
She collapsed on my chest, her breathing labored, her head tucked into my shoulder.
“I never want to move,” I whispered into her hair, trailing my fingers down her spine as we caught our breath.
“Me neither,” she said, her sigh washing over me.
She pressed soft kisses along my shoulder and all I wanted to do was snuggle next to her forever.
After we came down from our extended bliss, we cleaned up and then I swept her back into my arms and carried her into the bedroom. I laid her down on the cool sheets and climbed in next to her and tugged her back into my arms.
Where she belonged.
“I love you, Evie,” I said into her hair.
She froze for a split second, then pushed up on my chest to look me straight in the eyes. I hadn’t intended to let it slip out after sex, but everything about tonight had felt right.
“Really?” she asked.
I chuckled. “Of course. You’re smart and funny and sweet and gorgeous. An awesome mom. And you love with your whole heart. I’m quite sure I started falling for you in that elevator.”
“Wow. I just… How am I supposed to think straight after you scrambled my brains? And now this?”
“You could just say it back,” I said, trying to act like it was no big deal, when it was an epically big deal. The last person I’d said I love you to had wrecked everything.
She grinned up at me. “Of course I love you, you amazing man. How could I not? You are everything I could’ve dreamed up and more.”
Then she climbed back on top of me and kissed the hell out of me.
How the hell had I gotten so lucky?
Chapter 22
EVIE
“Don’t go online,” Mac said as soon as I picked up my phone.
“What? Why are you calling so early?