For her. For Ev.
“Good.” He grabs my hand and shakes it once. “Then I’m pleased to meet you, Micah. I made a mistake with Ev’s ex-boyfriend. I misjudged him. I guess I should trust her judgment better, and she told me good things about you.”
She gives me a smile, and I grin. “She told me a few things about you, too.”
Now he looks worried. “Don’t believe a single word. It’s all lies.”
Ev sticks her tongue out at him, and he snorts.
“I’ll leave you to your own devices, then.” Joel nods at Seth on his way out. “Glad to see you both on your feet.”
Ev is looking at me, golden eyes soft with happiness. Her sweater is long but tight, hugging the slight curves of her body. I take the few steps that separate us and slip my arms around her. She fits perfectly against my body, and when she tilts up her face I think I can gaze at her forever.
The sound of a throat being cleared breaks through my trance.
“I’m off to work,” Seth says, hands in his pants’ pockets. He looks amused. “Be good.”
“We are good,” Ev says.
“Good to each other,” he intones and laughs as he leaves the room.
Now where were we? Oh yeah. I look down at Ev’s upturned face, her hooded eyes, her parted lips, and all I can think of is taking her right there, against the wall, sinking into her and fucking her hard and fast. Her breasts press against my chest and she’s soft, so soft. A jolt goes through me and a certain part of me appreciates her softness by hardening.
That certain part throbs when she shifts, rubbing against me, and I walk her backward until she hits the bed. Her mouth opens in a soundless cry as she falls, and then I’m on top of her, kissing her again. Can’t get enough of her taste. Can’t get enough of her.
“I love you, Ev,” I whisper, and she gives me a brilliant smile, her eyes glistening as if she’s about to cry.
“Love you, too, Micah Owens,” she says, and I have to kiss the lips that say those words.
Her hands slip under my clothes, tracing the knobs of my spine, then tug urgently on the hem to get it off me. She feels it, too. It’s been a few days since we had some time alone as she was busy moving into her new apartment, and memory fails when it comes to her.
She’s just so pretty. I uncover her bit by bit, taking off her sweater, her blouse, her bra, her pants, her panties—all that silky skin and delicious curves. I lick my way down to her breasts, tease her nipples, then lick lower to her cute belly button and lower still, parting her legs with my hand.
“Micah…” She pants, looking down at me as I lick slowly along her seam, and I stop to grin at her before I focus on making her come.
It doesn’t take long. A few flicks of my tongue on her swollen clit, two fingers pressing inside her, and she cries out, writhing on the bed, her head thrown back.
Goddamn. It’s so exciting I almost come right then and there, her taste on my mouth, her cry in my ears, her hot body arching up to mine.
Before I lose my last shred of control, I grab for the condoms and roll one on quickly. My hands are shaking. My dick is throbbing madly. I press into her.
She moans and wraps her arms around me, pulling me down. My ribs ache, but I ignore them in favor of kissing her. I enter her in one slow thrust—soft, tight, hot, perfect—and keep kissing her as I start to move.
It’s so good it’s like a drug. I attempt to take it slow, but she lifts a shapely leg around my hip, taking me deeper, and hell, who needs slow? I pound into her, and we’re still kissing, a desperate battle of tongues and lips and teeth as the pressure crests and breaks. I gasp and slam harder inside her, my whole body bucking with the pleasure. It’s like dying and coming back to life.
And she’s right there with me, like always.