Heartbreaker(44)

Right here.

I move inside her again, and Eva rises to me, her eyes falling shut as the sensation takes us both over. Too much for words, or even thought; just the hot, craving pulse of our bodies. Deeper. Slower. Every tiny point of friction and contact between us ricochets, a kaleidoscope surging, so bright it could blind me right here where I lay.

I steal another kiss, and she moans into my mouth, clutching my shoulders so hard I feel the bite of her nails in my skin. The animal in me takes over. I slam into her, hard.

Eva cries out. “Finn!”

My name on her lips is all I want in the world, her screaming for me for the rest of our lives. I thrust again, harder, and feel her body shudder and moan. She arches up, gripping me tight, thrusting to meet my every stroke. Fuck, it’s a miracle how much she wants me too. Taking from me without question, demanding everything my cock can give and more.

And damn, I’m going to give it to her.

I flip her over, facedown in the sheets, then pull her hips back to meet mine. This time, when I thrust into her, Eva’s whole body shudders in response.

“Oh God,” she whimpers into a pillow.

“I know, baby.” I fist her hair, arching her body back to me like a bow, taut and ready for impact. “There’s a reason they f*ck like this in the wild. It goes deeper, all the f*cking way.”

I would play it nice, I would whisper sweet things, but I know now that Eva loves it like this. Dirty. Raw. So I f*ck her hard from behind, reaching to cup those sweet breasts and squeeze her nipples, the angle here even better than the last. She’s gasping, writhing, convulsing on my cock, but I don’t let up for a second. I make her take it deep and hard, and she loves every second of it.

“Yes!” her voice takes on a new, desperate pitch. “There, f*ck, don’t stop!”

She grinds back against me, wanting every last inch. Fuck. This girl is a goddamn miracle, sweetness and pure sex bound up in one perfect package. I bury myself in her, relentless now. She’s close, she’s on the edge, and I am, too. So goddamn ready to explode. But I made a promise, and she needs to know I keep my promises now.

“Tell me what you need,” I order harshly, tugging on her hair.

Eva moans, “You, Finn.”

“Beg for it.” I thrust into her again. “Beg for my cock.”

“Please,” she gasps, grinding back. “Please Finn.”

“What?” I demand, leaning to cover her body with my own. I f*ck her into the mattress again, gripping her hips tightly and slamming into that sweet, wet warmth. “I want to hear it.”

Eva shudders in my arms. “Please, Finn. I need your cock. I need you, inside me. I need every inch!”

Fuck. Yes.

My body tenses, the rush coiling fast. I slide my hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as I plunge into her one last time. Eva lets out a cry, her body convulsing with shudders that massage my cock from the inside out. It’s paradise, f*cking heaven right here. As the force of her orgasm takes us both over, I let go, exploding inside her as the heat rages through me, splitting the world wide open until there’s nothing but fire and ash, and Eva in my arms.

Mine.

*

When I wake, Eva is sound asleep, naked in my arms. Her hair is tangled and her cheeks flushed red. She looks like she’s been f*cked for days, and sure, it’s dumb, but I still feel a stab of pride I put that look on her face.

She’d look like that every night if I had my chance.

I cradle her softly, and press a gentle kiss to her brow. How could I have left her? How can she ever forgive me for walking away?

The guilt weighs on me, crushing my chest until it’s too much to take. I get out of bed and grab my jeans from the floor. The house is quiet, but there’s a balcony area off the bedroom. I silently slide the door open and go to sit on the bench out there.

I breathe in the crisp air and watch the shadows. Surrounded by the woods, this couldn’t be further from my place back in LA, or my usual New York hotel room. There, the city lights were always a comfort when I’d spend sleepless nights like this, keeping me company as I went back over past sins, a pen in one hand and my guitar in the other, trying to make something beautiful out of a broken heart.

I thought I was healing, maybe even sending a message out in the world to her, but after the record hit and the money and adoration started rolling in, it felt dirty. Wrong, somehow, that I could leave and profit from that pain. Some of the songs I even stopped performing. The ones that felt too personal, too bound up in her. Before tonight, I don’t think I’d played ‘Sometimes’ live in years, even though the fans always beg me, and it’s hard to turn them down.

Does she know it’s all been for her?

I curse under my breath, wondering how the f*ck I let it get this far. I didn’t mean to come back like this, but one glimpse of her was all it took. I wasn’t going to stop until she was naked in my bed again. I could tell she wanted me to stay away, that she’s still trying to figure out if she wants to let me back in her life, but that didn’t stop me.

I know the way to touch her, just what kind of kiss will make her lose her mind.

Is it so wrong I want whatever part of her I can get? If her heart is never going to be mine, I’ll settle for her body, for any damn thing she’s willing to give. I’ll be a f*cking dog at the table, begging for scraps, just as long as she graces me with something. A smile. A touch.