I twist and wrestle her back down on the mattress, pressing her hands on either side of her. She squeals, and I grin widely, then lower myself over her, pressing my hard-on against her belly. She’s breathless now, her eyes wide, and she’s so cute I nuzzle her neck and lick her.
She yips, but then arches her neck to give me better access. I kiss and lick my way down the hollow between her collarbones and pull back just for one second to look at her breasts. Beautiful. Nipples taut, the color of butter candy. I lick them and nip at them, first the one, then the other, and they taste like candy, too. I flick my tongue over the hard bud again and again, until she moans and squirms, her hips lifting urgently underneath me.
My grin widens. I kiss a path down to her navel, and she shivers. I let go of her hands to stroke the silky skin of her thighs and move them further apart, so I can bury my face between them.
Another squeal, ending in a low moan when I lick along her seam, spreading her open.
“Micah...” Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging lightly. “What are you doing?”
She shouldn’t be asking me this. Has nobody gone down on her before? Knowing I have to make it extra-special for her—it’s her first time and it’s Ev, my Ev—I focus on her every response as I find her clit and circle it with the tip of my tongue. It’s swollen, and her hips lift up when I start sucking on it. She lets out tiny gasps and moans that set my blood on fire.
I stroke her seam with my forefinger as I torture her with my tongue, and she’s so wet my cock twitches. I find her opening and push my finger inside. Hot. Tight. Oh, fuck.
Her back arches, and she lets out a keening noise. Fucking hell, how am I supposed to not come here and now when she does that? Lifting my head, I grit my teeth and slowly pull my finger out of her. I draw it between her breasts, leaving a wet trail.
“Please,” she whispers, her eyes thin slits of gold. A shudder goes through her and she shifts restlessly. “Please, Micah.”
“Say it,” I say, my voice hoarse with need. “What do you want?”
She bites her lip, and it’s driving me crazy. I stroke her clit, pressing down, and she makes a breathless sound that goes straight to my cock and pulls my balls tight.
“Say it, Ev.” I lean over her and lick one caramel nipple. “Say it.”
“I want you.” She’s as breathless as I am.
“How?”
“Inside me.” Her voice is a sob. “Please.”
Christ. I fumble with the drawer of the bedside table and fish inside for my box of condoms. I rip the package with my teeth and pull the damn thing on, jaw clenched and counting in my head to stop myself from coming.
I’m right there, on the edge. Just the knowledge it’s Ev lying beneath me, asking me to pleasure her, is enough to make me lose control.
Glancing up, I find her eyes on me, full of desire and trust, and shit, I can’t hold back a second longer. I grab my dick and nudge against her entrance. One push and I’m inside her, and holy fuck, it’s mind-blowing. I lower myself over her and kiss her as I shove my cock deeper. She groans in my mouth, and I swallow the sound as I pull out a little and drive back inside her, my eyes all but rolling up in pleasure.
I can’t get enough of this, I realize. Of her. Can’t get enough of her. Fuck.
The realization goes through me like lightning, a flash of fear, and my heart pounds harder. But it’s not enough to make me stop or even slow down. If anything, I want her more than ever. Need her more than ever.
Shit. Fuck. Dammit. I slam into her faster and faster, drinking the mewling sounds she produces, grinding my hips against hers, needing to feel her, feel her come all around me. Feel she needs me just as much.
I break the kiss to gasp for air. “Don’t let go,” I whisper, and why the fuck am I asking her that? I don’t even know what I want to say.
But she drags her nails down my back and whispers back, “I won’t.”
Layers upon layers of meaning pile up between our words—or is it just me, thinking I read between the lines?
I slam into her harder, faster still, staring into her eyes, caught in them, our panting breaths filling the room. I love the way she moves with me, the way she trusts me to touch her, fill her, make her come, the way she says my name. Love the fact she came to look for me, that she stayed with me, that she met me move for move. I love—
Shut up, I snarl silently, and the stupid voice in my head falls silent.
I don’t love. I don’t do emotions. I know better than that.
To silence my thoughts I slam into her harder. Bending, I take one of her nipples in my mouth, licking and sucking. Her head falls back, and she presses her breast to me, but I switch to the other and bite her nipple gently. She clenches around me, hard, and my cock spasms. I lift my head and hiss, feeling the first wave of pleasure roll inside me, sharp like pain, shooting from my balls to the tip of my cock.
“Ev,” I mouth her name as all air leaves my lungs, and my hips snap, trying to bury my dick deeper inside her.
A soft cry escapes her, and she moves with me, meeting my thrusts, squeezing me in her velvet vise until the pleasure draws me under and teases my vision with black.
I come with a choked shout, calling her name, and she comes with me, holding me inside her, not letting me go. Coming with me all the way.
Damn, she’s amazing. Never felt this way before. Don’t wanna pull out. Don’t wanna disconnect from her. I was so wrong. She’s not part of the picture. She is the picture, and I...
I feel happy.
Oh, crap. Jesus, Micah. What the hell were you thinking?
Yeah, I know. I’ve got it bad for this girl. So sue me. See if I fucking care.
Chapter Eight
Evangeline
Staring into Micah’s bright blue eyes, I struggle to find my way back down to earth. What he does to me is mind-blowing, how he plays with my body and draws out sensations I never imagined, and his smile… A little crooked, wide, sexy. Beautiful. It brings all sorts of unexpected feelings to the surface. A bit of joy, a bit of fear, a bit of panic and a whole lot of desire. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so much before. This need to touch him all over, kiss him, feel him…
Weak sunlight filters through the window, and I frown. I feel like there’s something I’m forgetting…
Crap, it’s morning. My parents and Joel must be frantic, not knowing where I was last night.
Micah mirrors my frown. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I smile, his concern making me feel warm. “No, I’m fine. Got to text Joel, though, let him know I’m all right.”
“Who’s Joel?” The blue of Micah’s eyes darkens.
Wait. He’s jealous? I laugh and splay my hand on his muscled chest. “Wouldn’t you want to know?”
“Ev…” There’s confusion in his gaze now, the blue shot with gray. He has such expressive eyes.
“Joel is my brother.”
He searches my face, and his gaze slowly clears. His grin returns. “Really?”
“I swear.”
“On what?”