“God, that’s perfect,” I mutter. “Do that again.”
Eden sets one hand on my thigh while she fists my shaft with the other. She licks my whole length again, then peppers soft kisses along it. When she finally closes her lips around my tip, I want to roar with pleasure. She flicks her tongue experimentally, testing my reactions.
“Is that okay?” she asks. “I’ve never done this before. I know it’s not perfect. It might not even be good—”
“Hey.” I push a piece of her hair back behind her ear. “Don’t be embarrassed. What you’re doing feels damn good.”
She glances up at me, her eyes bright. She slowly slides her mouth down a little, then back up. She moves a little too quickly at first, head bobbing too quickly to take me deep, but as I stroke her cheek in slow movements she seems to get the message. She matches my rhythm, taking more of my cock each time. When she’s about halfway down, she pulls off.
“I don’t know if I can fit any more,” she whispers.
“I’ll take whatever you can give me.” I shoot her a shaky smile. “I’m happy with that.”
She frowns. “But I want to more of you. Please, Luke.”
How is this woman still single, and how was I lucky enough to find her?
“Try to relax your tongue,” I suggest. “Breathe through your nose and take your time. I just want to feel you swallow me, even if you can’t take it all.”
Her brow furrows, and I realize too late that I’ve basically issued a challenge. She wraps her lips around me again and slowly pushes her head down. Her mouth tightens around me as she swallows, carefully breathing through her nose. She takes half of me easily, then pushes further. Her mouth is so fucking hot and wet, I have to grit my teeth to keep from moaning.
She gags when she pushes herself too hard, and I drag my hips back away from her.
“You don’t have to—”
She ignores me, plunging back down and taking me deep. “Christ, Eden—” My palm cracks against the stall wall, grabbing for something that isn’t her hair. “That’s it. Just like that. You take me so fucking well.” I can’t breathe. I’m so overwhelmed by how damn greedy she is for me. Heated pleasure blasts through my veins, and my orgasm spirals up so fast I can barely speak.
“Fuck, Eden. I’m about to come.”
I wait for her to pull away so I can finish. She surprises me by dipping her head even lower, grabbing my hips.
Holy shit.
Knowing that she wants to take me like this pushes me over the edge. Curses mix with her name as I finish down her throat. I come so hard my vision goes blurry, and Eden swallows every fucking drop.
When I’m finished, she pulls away and licks her lips. “Come here.” I haul her up off her knees and into my chest, brushing straw from her skin. “You have no idea what you just did to me,” I murmur. “Nobody’s ever made me come like that. Nobody.” Then her hands are in my hair and she’s kissing me, her tongue hungrily tracing mine and her body soft and pliant against me. She moans against my mouth, and I know I’m about to let this go too far. We’ve danced well over the line, but I’m not sure I care.
Maybe I can be the man who takes Eden’s virginity. I might not deserve it, but as long as I keep her and care for her after, maybe that’s enough.
Then the porch lights snaps on. Shit. Someone’s awake.
I quickly yank my jeans back up and button them, while Eden wipes her mouth with her hand. Wade’s voice carries to us from the house—far enough that I know he didn’t see us, but way too close for comfort.
“It’s late, lovebirds. Get inside!” he yells.
Eden scowls and stomps over toward the barn entrance. As she opens the door, I hear her mutter, “My brothers are the worst clam jams in existence.”
33
EDEN
Even Mom thought it was ridiculous when Wade insisted Luke and I sleep in separate rooms.
“She’s a grown woman,” Mom insisted. “She can stay over with her boyfriend if she wants.”
“She can do whatever she wants in her own apartment,” Wade sniffed. “In my house, she follows my rules.”
“Jasper, sweetheart, can you find the deed for the house?” Mom yelled. “I need to check and make sure my name is still on it.”