Page 82 of Never and Always
He stuck his fork into the cake. “Babe, you know well and good how gorgeous and fuckable you look wearing my shirt.” He ate a forkful of cake.
I lifted my own fork and took a bite. Mouthwatering chocolate flavor hit my tastebuds. Damn, Chef Harden was talented. I bit back a moan. “That is so good.”
A memory hit. Baking chocolate cake with Chance and Gram when I was little. Chance begging to lick the spoon. All of us laughing.
I hated that we’d grown up and he’d gotten so lost.
“Hey.” Strong fingers brushed my jaw.
I looked into Everett’s concerned face. “Just thinking about Chance.”
“Don’t go there right now. Your troubles will be there in the morning, but they don’t have to be here with us right now.”
I nodded and ate some more cake. “Okay.”
“Good.”
We finished the rest of the cake, and he set the plate on the beside table. Then, before I knew it, he yanked me against him.
“Ever—” His mouth hit mine.
He tasted like chocolate and Everett—both addictive flavors. He was right. Here and now, there were no troubles. Just the two of us.
I cupped his head with both hands and kissed him back. I poured everything into the kiss.
With a growl that raised goosebumps on my skin, he wrestled me back on the bed. We kept kissing, hands roaming, fingers digging in.
I used my weight to push and roll him onto his back. I eagerly straddled him. “I want to be on top this time.”
“I see that.” His hands gripped my hips. “Damn, I want to fuck you while you’re wearing my shirt.”
I shook my head, leaning down to nip his lips. “I’m going to fuck you, Murray.”
Reaching over, I found a condom and tore it open. I took my time rolling it on, enjoying his deep groans. Then, I gripped his cock and lifted my hips.
His fingers dug into my hip. “Take me, Piper.”
I inched down, enjoying the stretch. I was still tender from earlier and I felt everything.
“Piper,” he groaned.
My gaze locked on his face. I saw a muscle tick in his jaw. “Mmm.”
“You’re so damn tight.”
“You’re so big.” I took a little more of him.
He uttered a curse, the muscles in his neck straining.
God, he was glorious. With one final thrust, I took him all.
“Piper,” he growled.
I started to ride. I pressed my palms to his chest for leverage, rocking hard and fast.
Right here, I wasn’t Piper Ellis. I wasn’t a COO or a city girl. I was just a woman who needed her man.
He shifted a hand, sliding down to where I was taking him. Then his thumb was on my clit.
