“Yeah? Well, fuck this guy,” I said, turning around.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m calling him.”
“No you’re not,” she snorted. But as I started dialing and walked away, her tone changed. “Wait. Drew? No you’re not!”
She dashed after me into the next room, which had a dimly lit dance floor and an empty table in the corner.
“Drew!” Evie hissed, reaching for her phone in every direction that I held it. Frustration pinched her eyebrows tight but once I did some behind-the-back knockoff NBA move, she burst out laughing. “Drew, stop! You look so stupid right now, I’m just trying to save you here.”
“Oh, really.”
“Really,” she snorted as she reached around my body to grab her phone from behind. She fell onto me as I sat down on the chair, and her mouth fell open when I suddenly held two empty hands up. “Drew Maddox! If you’re sitting on my phone, I swear to God…”
“You swear to God what, tough girl?”
“If you break it, you’re gonna pay for it,” she said threateningly.
“Well, that could be a problem. I don’t think I can afford that.”
Evie narrowed her eyes at me for a few seconds. I expected an eye roll from her but what I got instead was a sexy smirk and a breathy little laugh that went straight to my cock.
My jaw tightened. Somehow, it took till that moment for me to realize she was straddling me. I knew it had only just hit her too because we fell suddenly quiet as we eyed each other, and she bit her grin, shaking her head when I caved to my temptation and peered down between our bodies.
Goddamn. Her thighs were parted wide over my lap and stretching the limits of that tight skirt. I was in a trance as I watched the fabric roll up slowly, slowly, treating me to more and more of that smooth, soft skin. I gripped the edges of my seat in an effort to keep from ripping her clothes clean off her body, and I was painfully turned on as it was without even remembering my observation from earlier tonight.
That she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Fuck.
I actually held in a groan as I processed the fact that Evie was sitting in my lap wearing a thin, rolled-up skirt and no fucking panties underneath.
“Get off,” I said suddenly.
She blinked.
“Oh.” Her voice was startled, borderline hurt as she moved to get off me. “Okay,” she said defensively.
But the second I felt her weight lift off me, I growled and slammed her back down by the hips. She gasped but let me capture her mouth with mine.
And from there, we lost all control.
As my tongue swept ferociously through her mouth, Evie rubbed her hot pussy against me, grinding so hard in my lap that I had to hold her skirt in place. It had shot up like a rubber band on her perfect thighs, and I’d yanked it down fast before anyone could see a thing.
And since anyone included me, that right there was torture like I’d never felt it before.
I wanted Evie naked and yet I was covering her up. The irony would’ve amused me if my blood weren’t pumping with such merciless force to my cock that I thought I might explode. That bouncing ass. That chokered neck. That swinging goddamned ponytail. There were a million places my hands would rather be than stationed at the edge of her skirt, but I kept them there because that was the responsible thing to do, and apparently I was a responsible fucking person now.
“You’re so hard,” she breathed, rubbing harder against my dick.
“I wonder why,” I growled as she whimpered something inaudible.
I didn’t ask her to repeat it because as much as I wanted to hear it, I really didn’t, and I was already on my last ounce of self-control. But as she stroked my clothed cock with her barely clothed pussy, she whispered it again.
“I want to feel it, Drew.”
“Don’t fucking say that.”