Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers Book 3) by Ahren Sanders (inspirational books for women .TXT) 📕

my way up his chest. His muscles flex against my mouth and I smile, making a mental note to come back soon.

That’s the last thought I have. Lightning fast, Evin’s fingers fist in my hair, and he guides my face to his. What I see sends a full-body tremor through me. His eyes are golden amber, smoldering with fire, hunger, and wild desire.

“You should find some panties or shorts, or any fucking thing to put a barrier on your sweet pussy.”

The tremor returns and I shake my head. “No, told you I don’t particularly like wearing them.”

“Poppy, I’m not playing here.”

“Neither am I. Listen to me, look at me, and hear me. I. Am. Ready.”

He swallows hard, staring intently for so long nerves knot in my stomach.

“I believe you,” he finally replies.

I’m close to crushing his resistance. No stopping now. “Never in all my life have I felt the way I do with you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and never knew existed. Loving you is the easiest thing in my life.”

He drops his forehead to mine, breathing deep. “I don’t deserve you, but shit if I’m not thanking my luck.”

Then I’m on my back and his eyes are molten. “Baby, I saw the pills in your make-up case. Are those birth control?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll wear a condom, but had a physical two weeks ago. Results are clean.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “We don’t need a condom.”

The flash in his eyes tells me this means something to him. “It may hurt.”

“It won’t hurt.”

“You don’t like something or change your mind, just say the words.”

“I’m ready, Evin.”

He exhales loudly. “Mine.” His mouth comes down, and his tongue slips inside gently.

One hand leaves my head and moves down, unbuttoning the shirt and moving lower between my legs. “Shrug out of the shirt, baby,” he says into my mouth.

I do as he says and gasp when two fingers slide inside me. “Yes,” I whimper.

He continues moving them in and out, grazing his thumb across my clit until I tear away, panting.

“Come for me, baby. Let me see.”

I grind down and throw my head back, feeling the pleasure wash over me. “Evin!”

“Right here, Poppy. Right fucking here.” His fingers disappear and he props over me, settling between my thighs.

On instinct, my ankles hook around his waist as I come down.

“Look at me,” he says so tenderly my chest spasms.

Slowly, he guides himself inside. Inch by inch, he fills me, and the beauty on his face touches just as deep.

Then it happens, a small pinch, and he feels it, too. “I’m okay,” I assure him when he stalls.

There’s a pained look on his face and I reach up, tugging at the back of his head. “I will not break.”

He sinks in further, groaning.

The exquisite sensations rush through my system, and I fall back, tilting my hips. He moves in and out, braced above me, and my body arches into his.

“Jesus. Tight, wet, hot, slick, so fucking smooth.”

A new feeling of empowerment surges through me as I buck up. His gaze falls and I know he’s on the cusp of a new loss of control. “Don’t.”

I defy him, clenching harder to meet his strokes. Every muscle in his body strains. “Slow,” he utters.

“Slow is for later.”

His animalistic growl vibrates around the room, spreading goosebumps along my skin. His dick lurches inside me and I lose all focus, letting the fire build inside

He takes advantage of my submission and brings his hands back to my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. “Never in my life has anything meant this much.”

God! So sweet my eyes sting.

I pivot my hips to meet his rhythm and he kisses me softly. He reaches to my hand at his neck, covering it, and links our fingers. Sliding them between us, he places them to his chest. The rapid beating of his heart speeds against my palm.

“The first time I saw you, the first time you hit that stage, the moment you walked out of that theatre, the kiss on the dance floor, the way you fit against me.” His voice husky and low, his lips brush mine. “The first taste of champagne on your tongue, waking up to a rainbow of colors spread out on my chest, the image of you in that bikini, the dawn you woke me giving me access to this stunning body. I can recite all our firsts, Poppy, and each time my heart was racing like this.”

Tears swell until he becomes a blur.

“Fast, rough, dirty, wild, we’ll get our chance. But give me this slow and beautiful first. My cock inside you, knowing you’re mine, and no one will ever know the treasure of having all of you. And you knowing you’re the only one to have all of me. Never had this, baby. The silky perfection of skin on skin, connected everywhere.” He continues to drive into me in steady, controlled thrusts.

His lips brush the tear that escapes. “You feel it?”

“Yes.” My eyes slide shut and I soak in what he’s giving me. Our bodies tangled, his grip tightening as his heart speeds, the warmth of his breath coating my mouth, each stroke inside.

Then his words roll through my mind. The treasure of having all of you. I get that from him as well.

“Let me see those eyes. What shade do I get when I’m inside you?”

I open, instantly wanting the same. My breath catches at the smoldering liquid copper piercing back.

“Blue,” he states, kissing me again.

His thumb crosses over mine, circling my nipple, and sparks radiate across my skin. My hips pivot, surging up and urging him deeper. I tear my mouth away, moaning when his cock brushes along a spot so delicious my toes curl.

Pleasure points? G-spots? Whatever it is, I get it now.

When women talk about a man that can find it and send electrifying energy shoots through their veins. The fire in my spine travels through my system, igniting a need so great it threatens to detonate.

“Fuck, baby, you