Page 57 of From the Embers
Curling into my chest, she put her chin on my pec and peered up at me. “Thank you for tonight, Eason. This was hands down the best date of my life.”
I grinned, wholly and completely sharing the sentiment. “It’s not over yet.”
BREE
With my hand threaded through the long, tousled hair on Eason’s head, which was between my legs, a second orgasm wrung me out. I wondered if he knew my body better than I did. As I found my release and sagged into the plush new linens, Eason gave me one last languid lick up my center.
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “So sweet. All mine.”
Although arguing was my first language, there was no question he owned me.
And when I thought I couldn’t take any more affection or euphoria, he crawled up the bed and sank into me with devastating control. Having already been over the edge twice that night myself, I found even more pleasure from experiencing how this gorgeous man found his.
Every day, Eason was easygoing and laid-back, but in bed, he was a completely different animal. He was powerful and strong, almost unyielding in the way he ravaged my body with his. He was bold and sure, confident in knowing everything I needed even before I could anticipate it myself. He was demanding and gentle, but above all else, he didn’t hold back.
Eason gave. I took.
He went harder, faster. I begged for more.
“Yes,” I panted.
“I swear to God, Bree, your fucking body was made for me.” His hips twisted as he pushed deeper. “I can’t go much lo—”
I silenced him with my mouth on his. “Shhh. Then don’t. Give it to me. Give me everything.”
Breaking the kiss, he went up onto his arm, looked down at where our bodies were crashing into each other, and then pressed his forehead against my shoulder as the most erotic moan rumbled through his chest. “Fuck.”
His heavy weight collapsed on top of me as he pumped and twitched his release. For as ugly and tainted as the world could be, the sight of Eason losing himself in an orgasm would forever be one of the purest and most beautiful things I could experience.
Dizzy and spent, he shifted to the side where he lay panting for several seconds, his lips finding my shoulder more than once.
“Did all three of my date options end like that?”
He smiled against my shoulder. “Netflix and Chill started that way.”
I laughed, and he held his palm out in the air to me.
“What?”
“Don’t leave me hanging, Sug.” He panted, air heaving as he fought to catch his breath. “That was some of my best work.”
I started to slap his hand, anything to make him stop, but I paused. “On one condition. No more Sug.”
“Oh, come on. It’ll grow on you.”
“No.”
“I don’t know what glucose did to you in a past life, but you should talk to your doctor about it.” Swiftly, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to my neck, his hand still dangling in the air. “What should I call you, then?”
I smiled, feeling younger than I had in years. It was these silly, quiet moments that had pulled me out of the destruction of the past year, and I was so thankful that, with everything that had changed, Eason and I were still the same. Okay, maybe not exactly the same. Maybe better.
“What about just your girlfriend?” I half teased.
He slapped my hand so fast that it stung. After rolling onto my chest, he peered down at me with the most charming grin I’d ever seen. “That’s a fucking deal right there, Sug.”
“Hey. You just agreed not to call me that anymore.”
“Sorry. I’m trying to quit, but it’s not gonna be easy.” He playfully acted like he was going to bite my nose and instead pressed a small kiss to the tip when I flinched. “All that sweet of yours, you give me dia-bree-tus, but I’ll work on the girlfriend thing.”
I gasped. “You did not just say dia-bree-tus.”
“What?” He laughed. “It’s a serious condition, Bree.”
I wanted to give him hell, but as insane as he could be sometimes, he always managed to make me laugh. “Oh, you have a serious condition, all right—in that ridiculous head of yours. And to think, people pay you to write songs.”
“I’m a true wordsmith. What can I say?”
It didn’t matter what he said. He honestly didn’t have to say anything at all. Eason was crazy in the absolute best way possible.
There had been a part of me that worried how things were going to change between me and Eason as we took our relationship to the next level. I was scared of losing the man who had become not only my best friend, but a fixture in my life that I prayed on a near daily basis would be permanent.
But nothing was different.
