Page 104 of My Foolish Heart


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As I unbutton my shorts, Evie reaches behind her back and unlatches her bra, sensually peeling it from her body. Her panties follow, and I can’t wait any longer. I made it down to my briefs before reaching for her.

Our naked bodies pressed together, Evie’s hard nipples against my chest, our lips meet again. As I cup her bare backside and press her against me, Evie rotates her hips. Pressing, teasing.

So I tease back.

Trailing my lips down her neck, lower and lower until I’ve captured her breast in my mouth, I suckle. Nip at her peak just as my fingers find Evie’s core.

Her gasp of pleasure encourages me to suck more. Move my fingers faster. I want to taste her, to make her scream loud enough for the entire crew to hear her clearly. But I can’t wait.

And apparently neither can she.

Wet, ready and beginning already to clench around my finger, Evie pulls me up, and I kiss her deeply as she has her first orgasm of the night.

“There will be more of those to come,” I promise as her nails dig into my back. “I need you,” I tell her, the words more than just bedroom talk. Yes, I need to be inside her.

But Ineedher too.

Evie seems to understand. She reaches down and springs me loose.

“I’m on the pill,” she says.

The idea of being inside her with no barrier almost makes me come on the spot. Not wasting another second, I push her onto the large bed, the boat swaying under us, and without preamble, I rise above her.

Evie. Naked, hair sprawled all around her. Looking up at me, expectantly, with reverence I barely deserve and, more importantly, love. It’s too much.

I position myself and thrust in one fluid movement. She pulls me down again, her legs wrapping around my waist, telling me how this is going to go without words.

It will not be soft and sweet.

This lovemaking session will be hard and swift, each thrust more promising of a quick release than the last.

Later, there’ll be enough time for softness. Now, all the frustration and uncertainty of this week just needs to be erased. With each thrust, with every moan, the questions fall away. Worry falls away. The only thing left is love, and trust.

The promise of a future together.

“Tris, please. Like that.”

As I grip each ass cheek, my hips circle and thrust at the same time. Fast, then slow again, until Evie is breathing so unevenly I revel in her breathless moans, every one a signal to push harder, faster.

“Holy hell!” I use the sway of the boat to our advantage, kissing her one last time. Because I know, as my tongue takes no quarter, she will not be able to last much longer.

And I’m right.

As Evie clenches tight around me, I let go with a roar of pleasure, my legs and arms shaking. I may have blacked out for a second. Either way, I’m definitely not able to do anything more than collapse on the bed next to her.

The only word I can think of: desperate.

I needed every second of it. And as Evie climbs on top of me, I know two things for sure.

One, I want to marry this woman.

And two, yacht sex is my new favorite thing.

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Evie

It’s been one of those nights.

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