Page 92 of Outlaw Heartstrings
I want to hear the words ‘I love you’ from a man who truly means it. I want to be able to say it back.
But I don’t think that’s what Easton had in mind when he tasked me with writing this wishlist, and I know better than to even bring it up. Because sure—things have beenheating up between us over the past few weeks. Yet, I can’t let myself stray too far from reality.
Easton is still my nephew’s father. No amount of spicy wishlists is going to change that. And I wouldn’t want it to.
Building a sustainable relationship with Jagger is Easton’s priority. If he can squeeze in a little time for some fleeting fun with me, that’s just a bonus.
“You get to pick one fantasy tonight,” he says, making my stomach do a flip. “What’s it going to be, Tiny Tiger?”
“Oh, umm.” I read back over my paper. “Making out on the front porch?”
“Well, that’s an easy one,” Easton answers, and before I can say another word, he’s taking my cheeks in his large hands.
He slants his mouth over mine.I don’t even hesitate—the second his lips make contact, I’m kissing him back.
“Mmm. Fuck…” he mumbles when my fingers rake into his hair. “Somebody’s eager tonight.”
“Shut up,” I respond, chuckling against his lips. “Shut up and keep kissing me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His arms come around me and he drags me across the bench, pulling me closer.
My arms tangle around him, too, as his tongue sweeps along the seam of my mouth. When my lips part, he deepens the kiss, igniting tingles in the core of my belly.
He pushes at the strap of my camisole, allowing it to slide over the curve of my shoulder. Then, his lips continue their trail of exploration, coasting along my collarbone. I let out a hungry, little moan.
That’s when it hits me—my god—I’ve been craving this. Easton only left town for a day, and I missed him like crazy while he was gone. I spent the entire time trying to distract myself from thinking about him. Butit was hopeless. My head was full of the thought of him.
What the hell am I getting myself into?
It’s fine, Alba. It’s just hormones. And maybe a tiny, little crush. Nothing you can’t handle,I try to console myself.
But there’s a niggling voice at the back of my mind, questioning whether I really can handle this thing I just signed up for.
What happens when Easton leaves town for good? How will I be okay then? And what about Jagger? What are Easton’s intentions for Jagger? Easton and I haven’t even figured that out. Will we end up in court, battling for custody? Will we end up hating each other when all is said and done?
I’m so distracted from the runaway train in my head that I don’t notice when Easton’s right hand slips beneath the blanket that’s draped over my lap. My thoughts snap back into focus when a big, rough hand gently grasps my thigh, traveling from my knee and moving upward.Oh god.
“Is this okay…?” Easton whispers. He’s pressing kisses behind my ear and down the length of my neck now.
I shift my hips, silently begging his hand to climb higher. “Yes,” I hear myself respond in a raspy voice that sounds unfamiliar. “Yes, it feels good.” I spread my legs a little wider, feeling the slickness that’s pooled at my core.
I want him to touch me. I want to feel his hands on me, in places no man has ever touched before. My whole body is trembling from the anticipation.
Easton’s fingers graze along the scalloped edge of my panties. The touch is feather-soft. The way you’d touch the petal of a flower. He’s in no rush at all. Meanwhile, I feel like I’m about to combust.
“Easton. Please,” I beg softly, my fingers clasping around his wrist and pushing his hand further between my legs.
He growls lightly. “You sure you want this?Here?” He glances around the porch.
Aside from the dim streetlights, the neighborhood is shrouded in darkness on this starless night. Everything is perfectly still except for the slight sway of the leaves and the rhythmic chirps coming from the crickets in the grass.
“No one will see us…” I whisper back. The dense branches of the oak tree shield us from unwanted eyes.
Easton chuckles quietly, hooking my leg over his and pulling me closer. “So my girl wants to be bad tonight, huh?” His fingertips brush over my clit—finally—and excitement sparks in every nerve ending in my body. “Do you want to come for me, Alba?”
My breathing stutters. My fingers tighten around his wrist like I’m scared he might disappear.“Yes,” I groan, a little bit too loudly.
Easton drags his stubbly jaw along my bare shoulder and the friction almost drives me wild. “Shhh,” he whispers in a voice that’s wickedly dark. “You have to be quiet, Tiny Tiger. That’s my only rule.”
