I am woken up on Saturday morning by a dog licking my face. I roll over and squeeze Poe. He rolls onto his back for a belly rub and I give in to his demands. My phone beeps and I grab it off the nightstand.

Easton: Can’t wait to see you.

I smile when I read his text. I haven’t talked to him since Thursday morning and I was worried. But Ivy told me he goes silent a lot when he leaves.

Me: I guess that means you’ll be back tonight.

Easton: Of course, Edy. I wouldn’t want to miss our date.

I don’t want to miss our date either and I am excited for him to cook for me again.

Easton: Did you decide what you want to eat?

Me: Surprise me. Or make your specialty. Whatever you want to do is fine.

Easton: Oh really? Then how about I eat you for dinner.

I suddenly feel warm as a chill runs through my body thinking of his mouth on me.

Easton: I’ll put you on the table and spread those beautiful legs wide open and devour that sweet pussy of yours until you're begging me to stop because you can’t take the pleasure anymore.

Fuck me. The thought of him doing those things to my body sends wetness to my core.

Me: That sounds like dessert for you. But what am I going to eat?

Easton: I am sure I can find something large for you to suck on.

I’ve felt Easton’s bulge through his jeans before and it does feel large. I am pretty sure I would enjoy sucking on it too, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Me: Really? What are you going to make that’s so large?

Easton: Sweetheart, just the thought of touching you is making me hard right now. And I’m not really packing light down there.

Me: Hmm. I’ve felt you and you don’t seem that impressive.

I giggle uncontrollably because I know that’s going to piss him off.

Easton: You have no idea what you’re talking about, baby. And just for that, I don’t know if you should get anything tonight.

Me: What if I beg?

Easton: Jesus sweet cheeks the thought of you begging has my dick so hard I might need to take my pants off and give it a stroke to calm it down.

Me: Well if you find the need to stroke it just imagine how it would feel if it was my mouth doing the stroking.

Easton: Fuck woman. I am sitting in a damn gas station right now. This is not the place for these thoughts.

Me: You started it.

Easton: Touche. Now I need to drive home as fast as possible so I can get to you faster.

Me: I can’t wait to see you.

Me: And touch you.

Easton: There will be a lot of touching baby. I promise you that. Come over at 7. Bring Poe. I don’t plan on letting you leave until morning.

Me: I’m counting down the hours.

I roll over and look at the clock. It’s only six a.m. Thirteen more hours until I can see Easton. This is going to be the longest day of my life.

I look in the mirror one last time before heading over to Easton’s. I decided on a simple black halter dress. It’s loose fitting and hits me mid-thigh. The top plays off my cleavage well. It dips down ever so slightly between my boobs making them look bigger and more pronounced. I slide on a pair of black flats to dress down the look. I run my fingers through the loose curls I put in my hair. I wanted it to look casual, so I just put on a little eyeliner and mascara. I dab on a little bit of lip gloss and take a deep breath. I don’t know why I am so nervous about going to Easton’s. Maybe because I know things will get a lot more physical than they’ve been, but I think I am ready.

Maybe.

I’m not sure at all.

I whistle for Poe and we walk out the front door. I decided to walk the half mile to Easton’s instead of driving. It’s a balmy night and the cool breeze calms my beating heart. Poe jumps around and plays with sticks as we walk over. I haven’t been to his house before, but I see that it sits on a lot of land. He has a few cars near the back of the house that I can only assume are some of his projects since they all look like classic cars. His front porch is a wraparound and has two rocking chairs on the side looking off into the field. They’re facing west and I can only imagine the sunset would offer a gorgeous view from them.

Easton opens the door with that damn grin on his face. I might as well just take my clothes off right now. Poe almost plows him over running inside the house.

“Hey,” I say not very smoothly at all. I’m sure he can hear my heartbeat from where he’s standing. He has on those tight jeans again and a gray button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

He looks me over and grabs my hand pulling me flush against him, my boobs pressing into his chest. His mouth comes crashing down on mine and I’m completely lost in him. I didn’t realize how much I had missed him but seeing him now is sending those damn butterflies throughout my entire system again. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth closer to mine. Our tongues starving for each other as his hands grope my body.

He walks backward pulling me into the house. He kicks the door shut and slams me against it. His hands move up to my face as he cups my cheeks and grinds his hips into mine. “Hi sweet cheeks,” he whispers against my lips.

I moan into his mouth as he slowly pulls away from me. “If we keep that up dinner will get cold.”

I cross my arms over my chest and pout. He lets out a hearty laugh and pulls my arms away from his body. “There will be plenty of time for that later. I want you to eat so you have energy to last all night.”

“Who says you’re getting any tonight?” I joke.

He turns me to face him and says, “Well, I did make the dinner menu and I have you listed as dessert. And I am not changing the menu.”

I blush thinking about the text from this morning. He must have read my thoughts because he responds, “And I’m happy you wore that dress because I am going to do exactly what I told you I would do this morning.”

I let out a tiny whimper and he bends down and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. “Let me give you a tour.”

He walks me into the living room on the right side of the house. It’s a huge room, perfect for entertaining. There are a lot of windows letting in a ton of natural light making the place bright and welcoming. “Is this the house you grew up in?”

He nods. “I’ve been here my whole life. The only time I didn’t live here was for a few years after high school. But after my parents died, I moved back in to raise my sisters.” He looks around the room, I follow his eyes and see a ton of pictures placed around the room. “After the girls moved out I couldn’t sell the place. I wanted to. But there were too many memories here. I couldn’t part with them.”

I squeeze his hand when I see sadness glaze over his eyes. He looks back at me and the sadness is gone as quickly as it came. He pulls me back the other way and into an office. It’s stacked with tons of papers. Books line the shelves along the right wall and I can’t help but look at them dragging my finger over the different titles and having a little Beauty and the Beast moment.

“I knew you would like the books.” He laughs. “My momma was an English teacher, always encouraged us to read a lot. If you wanna borrow any feel free to.”

I look them over and then follow him into the kitchen. It’s an older kitchen with some upgrades, but it’s huge. A southern kitchen meant to make food for a lot of people. My nose is flooded with smells. Garlic, rosemary, and pepper. And corn muffins, oh god he made corn muffins. I see them sitting on the counter and I’m tempted to grab one. Or just say I’ll marry him right now. He pulls me out of the kitchen and into the dining room.

“I think you just eye raped those corn muffins.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right. Maybe you just won’t get any.” I feign shock. But he continues, “Or I’ll just make you beg.”

I push off him and walk toward the front of the house to the staircase. “Wanna show me upstairs?”

“Nope. I am worried that if I show you my bedroom, you won’t wanna leave.”

“Me?” I question placing my hand on my chest.

“Yeah, you little minx.”

“I think it’s the other way around.” He stares at me and I stare right back at him challenging him.

Poe comes running down the stairs and nearly knocks me over.

“Ugh, it is so not fair that my dog got to see upstairs, and I didn’t.”

He laughs and pulls me back into the dining room toward the sliding doors that lead to the backyard. Poe runs out the second he opens the door and starts barking and chasing squirrels. The sun is starting to set, and I look at the view off the side of the house. It is absolutely gorgeous. The swirls of pink and orange dance with the trees on the horizon. Easton wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck.

“This is a beautiful view,” I tell him as we watch the sunset.

“You are,” he says. I glance at him and see that he’s staring right at me. My heart warms and my entire body tingles. I trace my fingers along his jawline and he closes his eyes.

“I think dinner is about ready,” he says.

We walk back into the dining room and I sit at one of the seats he set up. He walks into the kitchen and starts to bring out a few dishes at a time. Salad, corn muffins, greens, mashed potatoes.

“How hungry do you think I am?” I ask him as I see the feast that he has made.

“I just wanted to cook you a meal like my momma used to make.” He sets a chicken on the table and starts cutting it. He places a few pieces on my plate and then serves himself. I scoop up small spoonfuls of the sides and I take two corn muffins.

“Looks like I know the way to your heart.” He jokes and points at the muffins.

“I really love corn muffins, what can I say. But you would really know my heart if you had honey butter for them.”

“Well damn.” He looks disgruntled, but then he picks a dish up from the other side of the chicken and winks at me. “I think I might be boyfriend of the year.”

He hands me a dish of whipped butter and my eyes fly to his. “No fucking way.”

“Sweet cheeks, there ain’t no better way to eat corn muffins then with honey butter.”

I don’t know what comes over me, but tears start to form. I lean across the table and kiss him. All because of honey butter. He thinks of everything. And I’m so overcome with emotion because I wasn’t supposed to be doing this. Going on dates and kissing sexy men but there is just something about him that feels so right. Like we’re the last two pieces of a puzzle. The ones you search everywhere for but can never find and when you finally do it makes everything complete.

I take a bite of my chicken as Easton pours us both a glass of wine. It is like a flavor explosion on my tongue. “Oh my god, this chicken is so good.”

“Thanks. Momma’s recipe.”

“You should have been a chef or something. I think you went into the wrong profession being a mechanic. This food is seriously delicious. Can you bake too?”

“Not really the baker, that was all Raelynn. But I am glad you’re enjoying the dinner,” he says while taking a bite. “I guess I’m just good at doing things with my hands.”

“Yeah you are,” I mumble as I remember what it was like having his fingers rubbing up and down my folds and in my pussy. I feel my cheeks start to burn and suddenly my chair is pulled closer to his and his hand is on my thigh at the hem of my skirt.

“You thinking about all those dirty things I can do with my hands?” He slowly skims his finger up the inside of my thigh and back down the other. I let out a small whimper and my hand that’s holding my fork shakes. He moves his fingers back up my leg and lightly brushes a knuckle over the top of my panties. I feel a gush of wetness and squeeze my legs together to gain some friction.

He chuckles, removes his hand from my legs and goes back to eating. “Don’t worry baby. I am gonna wait for dessert.”

I take a huge gulp of my wine and go back to eating.

We finish dinner and I help him clear the table off and do the dishes. As I load the last dish in the dishwasher, he presses his front to my back and sucks on the side of my neck and nips at my ear. “I think I’m ready for my dessert.”

Before I can say a word, he hoists me over his shoulder and smacks my ass while walking me to the dining room. He pushes the chairs out of the way and sets me on the table. His mouth is on mine and I grip his shirt pulling him closer to me. His fingers skim up and down my arms and to my legs as he slowly inches my dress up higher. His kisses rain down my neck and to my breasts. He pulls the dress to each side popping out my boobs. His mouth is on my nipple within seconds, sucking and biting. He reaches up and pinches my other nipple, twisting it slightly. “Oh god.” I moan, my head falling back as he works his tongue in lavish circles around my alert nipples. He switches to the other one with his mouth and his hand moves to my thigh lighting a path of flames with every inch his finger touches. His touch electrifies every cell in my body.

His fingers press over my clit through my underwear and I nearly lose it. “East, I’m so close right now.”

He pulls his mouth from my nipple and smiles at me. “Good. I want to hear you screaming my name.” His mouth lands back on mine as his hands slowly push my legs wider apart. He pushes me backward, so I’m flat on the table and he leaves a trail of kisses down my chest and stomach. His hands grasp the sides of my panties and I lift my hips to let him pull them off.

“You’re so wet for me baby. You’re glistening.” He drags a finger through my folds and I watch as he brings it to his mouth and closes his eyes while he sucks on it. “You taste like honey.”

Watching him do that turns me on even more.

He pulls a chair up and sits down. One of his hands makes its way back to my nipple as he slowly licks from my center all the way to my clit. His other hand slides between legs and he gently pushes a finger inside of me. I whimper and groan as he sucks on my clit, adding a second finger to my pussy. He fucks me with his fingers while lapping and sucking the juices flowing out of me. My mind is a pile of mush as my whole body convulses. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. He’s igniting every nerve in my body. I try to squeeze my thighs together. He pinches my nipple hard and I mutter his name over and over. He licks through my folds before sucking hard on my clit and it throws me over the edge. “Fuck Easton, oh my god.”

He removes his fingers from me and delves back into my core with his tongue mumbling something about the best dessert he’s ever had. I can’t take all the sensations and there is no way I can have another orgasm immediately after the first. He presses his thumb into my clit as he fucks me with his tongue and within seconds I am coming again.

He kisses his way back up my stomach to my chest. He leans over me and kisses me, gripping my face with his hands. I can taste my arousal on his lips and tongue and for some reason, it makes me hotter. “I’ve never had two orgasms so quickly before.”

“I guess I’m just as good with my tongue as I am with my hands,” he teases me between kisses.

I go for his shirt and start unbuttoning the buttons. He takes it off as I pull myself up from the table. I wrap my legs around his waist while pressing kisses to his chest and abs. My hands reach his pants and I unbutton them and slide the zipper down. I can’t stop myself. I want this man so badly.

“I need you,” I plead.

He lets out a growl and unties my halter top from my neck, pulling the entire dress off. I am completely naked in front of him and his eyes darken with desire like he’s ready to feast on me again. I manage to push his pants down and he steps out of them.

“As much as I want to fuck you right now. I don’t want our first time to be on the dining room table.”

He lifts me up and carries me up the stairs. I kiss him the entire way. Peppering kisses down his neck and chest. He walks into his bedroom and places me gently on the bed. He crawls up my body leaving a trail of kisses. My heart is beating so fast. I want this man so badly and I don’t care about all those walls I put up. He has caused each one of them to crumble down.

I push his boxer briefs down and his very hard and very big dick springs out. “You weren’t kidding when you said you weren’t packing light.”

He chuckles into my neck. “I thought you said it didn’t feel that big.”

“I was clearly mistaken.”

He opens the nightstand next to his bed and pulls out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and slowly sheathes himself.

“Are you sure baby?” he asks me, cupping my face.

I nod. I don’t think I’ll ever be more ready for this.

He settles between my thighs and leans down to kiss me. The caress of his fingers down my side and across my stomach leaves a trail of fire. I put my hands on his chest and I see him deflate a little. “I’m not telling you to stop. I just want you to know I haven’t had sex in almost a year so…”

He looks at me surprised. “You were married.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, well he was a dick.”

Easton presses a gentle kiss to my lips and whispers, “I’ll go slow, baby, just tell me if it’s too much.”

I nod and slide my hands down his body. He takes it as a sign of encouragement as he slowly presses into me. I groan as he gradually pushes deeper and deeper, filling me, stretching me.

“Fuck babe, you feel so good,” he moans as he pushes the rest of the way inside me. He slowly pulls back before pushing himself back in. We find a rhythm as I push my hips into his thrusts. He kisses me hard as I wrap my legs around his waist. His thrusts speed up and my whole body feels like it’s on fire.

It feels like this is what sex should always have felt like. Like every other time has been a rehearsal leading up to this. The connection between us runs so deep. Deeper than anything I have ever felt, and I feel like my heart might explode out of my body. I’ve never felt this before. And it’s scary. Scary that my entire life has been a joke. Because this right here, this is real, and I don’t think I could live another day without feeling like I am truly alive, like my heart is beating for the first time. This is the reason everything in my life turned out the way it did. And if I had to guess he feels the same way because the fire in his eyes is burning me alive and I cannot wait for every day after this to feel as intense as this moment right now.

I groan as he thrusts hard inside of me and whispers words along my neck. “You are so fucking perfect.”

He thrusts into me over and over. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

“Then don’t ever stop,” I say as I press my nails harder into his back.

He flips over onto his back, so I’m on top of him. I ride him hard leaning forward slightly so my ample breasts jiggle in his face. He sucks hard on one of my nipples pulling as I lean back slightly. “Oh god, Easton I’m gonna come.”

He presses his thumb into my clit at that exact moment and I break into pieces around him, screaming his name as I ride out my orgasm. He flips me back over onto to my back and thrusts three more times before collapsing on top of me.

“That was…” I struggle to find words.

He kisses my neck then claims my mouth. He pulls back slightly, “The most incredible sex ever.”

“Pretty much.” I laugh. I can still feel him throbbing inside of me and slowly softening.

He growls into my neck, “I think we should do it again.”

So we do. Two more times. After we are both spent I curl up into his side, his arms wrapping around me.

“I don’t think I have ever had that much sex in one go,” he admits, rubbing his hand up and down my sweaty back.

“Me neither. Not even in college. But I don’t think I have ever had sex quite like that.” I gaze up at him my head fitting perfectly into the crook of his arm.

He looks down at me grinning. “I think that was one for the books, Edy.”

I reach up for him and kiss him again. It starts out as a chaste kiss against the lips, but as I pull away, he pulls me on top of him pushing his tongue into my mouth. I let out a groan as he grips me harder pressing me farther into his body, relighting the fire he started earlier.

I cannot get enough of this man.

I sit with my legs on either side of his hips, my hands pressed to his chest. The look in his eyes confuses me. There seems to be so much passion tinged with loss.

I can’t help but ask because after this much intimacy between the two of us I grow curious about his past relationships. Maybe I’m trying to bring myself down because I still don’t know what he sees in me, but I have an undying need to know. “Tell me about Ashton.”

His body tenses. I move to get off him, but he grabs my hips, stilling me before I can move.

“This is an odd time to be asking about my ex-wife.”

I shrug because I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to tell him about my doubts and insecurities. That is far too deep a topic for a moment like this. Although it’s not like talks of exes is any lighter.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine, his hands still gripping my hips. “I think I understand though. I know you haven’t slept with anyone since Drew. I guess you’re waitin’ to see if I’m just gonna kick you out.”

My eyes bug from my head because that was not what I was thinking at all. “What?! NO!”

He chuckles to himself, a sly grin creeping up his face. His hands start to move up and down my sides, relaxing me slightly as I look away.

“I’m kidding,” he says. He grabs my chin forcing me to look back at him. “I had a hard time sleeping with someone the first time after Ashton. I felt like I was going back to my younger days and it really threw me off. Especially since all the girl wanted to do was fuck me then split.”

I look at him trying to figure out where he is going with this and how this has nothing to do with his relationship with his ex-wife.

“But for three years all I knew was sleeping with one person,” he continues. “And then after her, I just didn’t expect to be blown then left hanging.” I laugh because I think he does understand my apprehension. “I was so used to the routine of one partner that a one night stand threw me off.”

I nod, unable to find words to respond.

He sits up with me still straddling him, so I am sitting in his lap. “I’m not going to be that man to you Harper. I’m not just gonna kick you out of my house. Or my life. You’ve put a spell on me and I don’t think I can be free of it after just one night. I think it’s going to take a lot more nights for me to be released from your spell.”

My heart warms at his admission. I still don’t know why he likes me, but I won’t let my insecurities bring me down.

He brings his lips to mine and I wrap my arms around his neck. “You mean something to me,” he whispers against my neck. “And I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

My heart fills with love and desire. I attack him with kisses, gripping his hair in my hands as I pull him hard against my lips. I can feel him hardening underneath me and within seconds he has me pushed back on the bed, my head almost hanging off the edge. He pulls away to grab a condom but ensures one arm is still wrapped around me, so we don’t lose the connection. Within seconds he is buried deep inside of me, sending pleasure to my very core.