Sweet Evangeline (Moon Magic Book 2) by Sable Hunter

her body just enough to make contact between her sex and his thigh.
     
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    Eric lay there for a moment, trying to decide if he was awake or dreaming. He bit his bottom lip, and confirmed that yes he was, in fact, awake. Ahhh, he was dying! He smiled with the realization that he was being seduced. Everything in him was ready to spring into action, open his eyes and ravish Evangeline Martel. But something in him made him wait; he wanted to know how far she would go. She was so innocent, yet so naturally erotic. He tried to lay still. But when she began to ride him gently, luxuriously rubbing her body on his, that was all he could take.
    “Eric, my Angel, please wake up. I need you so.”
    At those sweet words, he closed his arms around her, flipped himself over on his back and brought her along for the ride. “You minx, I wasn’t asleep. I just wanted to see what you would do.”
    She bent and kissed his lips. “I feel shameless. But I want you so much, I don’t care. I can feel how big you are, can I have him inside me now, please?”
    Eric stilled. He looked at this lovely woman, who was, once again, asking his permission to love him. He couldn’t remember ever having sex before last night. He couldn’t remember any other woman’s face. It was like he had been waiting for Evangeline since the day he was born. “Yes, sweetheart. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Lift up.” She did and he entered her. It took both of their breaths away. He held her hands until she found her rhythm. She caressed him, ground down, rode him, and rocked her pleasure against his pelvic bone—every thrust sending electric desire through his very soul.
    His hands were not still. He caressed her face, her shoulders, he held and cherished her breasts, then he drove his own self crazy stroking her clit—watching her face as she reached her peak. Letting himself go, he held her steady as he bucked upward, exploding within her. Eric pulled her down to him, kissing her lips. “That was the best way to wake up I could ever imagine. Will you promise me more mornings like this?”
    “As long as you want them.”
    “That could be forever.”
    “I’m counting on that.”
     
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    She lay, content, on his big body, still connected in the most intimate way possible.
    It was hard to think with him still deep inside of her. Even in a flaccid state, he was bringing her pleasure. She tried to be still, she really did. And outwardly—no one could tell that she was moving. But there was no way Eric could have missed it. She tightened around him, stroking, undulating, caressing. “Eric, I can’t be still. Do you want me to move?”
    “God, yes.”
    Her heart sank. She was being too aggressive. She began to pull off of him, ready to get up and let him rest.
    “Where are you going?” He stopped her.
    “You said you wanted me to move,” she whispered.
    “Yes. Move. I want more of those incredible little moves you were making that are causing me to swell. Can’t you feel it?” He rose from the bed, holding her in his arms. If there had been a mirror, Evangeline would have seen her artwork come to life.
    He stood—legs slightly apart, supporting her bottom, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck. He made her fantasy come true. The bronze came to life. She buried her head in his neck and screamed his name in Rapture .
    Later, he sat on the bed, holding on to her for dear life. He didn’t plan to ever let her go. “Can I spend the day with you?”
    “Please.”
    Their breathing finally slowed, and when it did—they both heard it. Piano music began to waft through the air. It wasn’t coming from any particular direction, it was everywhere—soft, seductive, haunting. “Where is that coming from?” Eric asked.
    “I thought I had a ghost, but now I’m not so sure.” Evangeline smiled, kissing him on the nose.
    “I don’t know if I believe in ghosts.”
    Evangeline swallowed, took a deep