“Oh, I’m not,” he replied and drew her face to his.
His lips barely brushed her own, a getting-to-know-you brush. Her lips were so full and soft, and he struggled with the desire to kiss her hard, to plunge his tongue into her mouth just to watch her eyes go wide with shock. He fought down the urge and continued his gentle examination, raining light pecks on her lips until he thought she was used to the feel of his mouth on hers. He pressed his lips more firmly to hers, taking her lower lip in his mouth and sucking gently. She mimicked him by doing the same to his upper lip, and he thought he would die at the realization that he was teaching her. It was empowering, and he had to check himself.
He forced her lips apart gently, finding her tongue with his own. He wasn’t sure how she would respond. He hoped she wouldn’t draw back in fear, and was happy to discover that she liked it. She let him explore her mouth. His tongue glided over the back of her upper teeth, feeling the slight crookedness of her incisor. He loved it.
She drew back, clasping her hand over her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” Evan said. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”
Clara was too embarrassed to say it. She looked down at her lap.
“I love your teeth, Clara,” Evan said gently.
“I wish my parents could have afforded braces,” she replied.
“Why? Your teeth are beautiful,” Evan said. “And anyway, straight teeth are so incredibly boring. Isn’t that something Beatrice would say?”
Clara smirked. “Maybe, but she’s got straight teeth.”
Evan smiled.
“She’s lucky.”
“You’re lucky,” Evan corrected. “Because you’re unique. And I find your teeth incredibly sexy. And I’d really like to kiss you again. And run my tongue over your sexy teeth.”
Clara buried her face in her hands. Evan let her sit there for a moment before he peeled them away. He didn’t wait for permission but pressed his lips to hers again.
He twisted his fingers in her hair—God, her hair!—holding her captive as he kissed her harder, letting his tongue plunge in and out of her mouth, sucking on her lips hungrily until he elicited a moan from her. It vibrated in his mouth, and he doubled his efforts, feeling the dull tingle of sore lips and not caring.
He laid her gently on the couch, leaning against her to feel her breasts crushed underneath his chest. He moved his mouth to her neck and kissed her tenderly. He licked it, moving the tip of his tongue up and down her soft skin until tiny goose bumps broke out on her right arm. He ran his hand over her arm lightly, tickling her, and she squirmed underneath of him. She felt the growing moistness between her legs, in disbelief that a kiss could provoke such a response. She squirmed again, this time spreading her legs slightly to give him room to put his thigh in between them. She wanted his thigh in between them, feeling her body detach itself from her brain, her hips moving against him without her conscious consent.
He pulled gently on her shirt to reveal her collarbone. He kissed it and ran a finger over it softly. He looked at her asking the unspoken question, and she nodded. She was so happy she wore her prettiest bra. He lifted her shirt just above it, drawing back to look at the pink ribbons. He noticed the front clasp and looked at her again. She grinned.
“Clara,” he breathed. He placed a hand on her breast and felt her arch her body up to him. He pushed his thigh up in between her legs and heard a sharp intake of air before she let out a breathy “ahhh.”
He removed his hand and pulled down her shirt. With great effort he sat up, pushing his hand through his unruly hair and breathing deeply.
“Was it something I did?” Clara asked. She sat up, too, feeling confused and rejected.
“God no,” Evan replied. “I just . . . you’re really sexy and I think we should stop.”
“Why?”
Evan looked at her incredulously. “Jesus, Clara. You’ve only just had your first kiss!”
Clara felt her face flush.
“I really like you. And I don’t want to move too fast,” Evan said. “Do you know how hard that is for a guy?”
“I didn’t know I would feel this way,” Clara said quietly.
“Exactly,” Evan replied, laughing lightly. “That’s how people end up having sex who’ve just met!”
Clara smiled. “I liked it.”
“I know you did,” Evan replied. “So did I.” He looked at her, imagining what he had done to her, in between her legs. He imagined that she was soft and wet, and he wanted to take her pants off, put his hand between her legs, put his mouth on her.
“My God,” he said frustrated, clutching the sides of his head.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he replied quickly. “Clara, I should take you home now.”
“I drove here,” she reminded him.
“Oh yeah. That’s right.” He shook his head. “You should take off then.”
“I don’t want to,” she argued.
“Clara, if you don’t go now then other things will happen that we’re not ready for. I should be able to restrain myself. I really should. But I don’t think I can. Not now anyway. Can you understand that?”
“Yes.” She grinned. It was a wicked grin, and she thought it was the first time she ever grinned like that.