It was true. Felt like my chest was gonna cave by the weight of wanting this man.
A smirk ticked up at the corner of his mouth as he wound his hand behind my back so he could flick the hook of my bra. He slowly peeled the lace down my arms.
“You need me, huh?”
Tease.
God.
I forgot that he could be such a tease.
And I loved it and I wanted to play but the other part of me was just needing to feel all of this man.
It’d been too long.
Too long.
Still, I couldn’t stop the smile. “It was always me chasin’ you, Evan Bryant. It was kinda embarrassing. Don’t make me keep doing it.”
A slight chuckle tumbled from his throat before emotion twisted his brow, and he started fiddling with a strand of my hair. “I think I was running from what I thought I’d never deserve. Because believe me, Frankie, the only thing I ever wanted was you.”
I reached out to trace his strong jaw, this boy so much more than he’d ever believed. “You deserve everything in this world, Evan. Maybe it was me who was praying she could be enough to be what you needed. To hold you and love you.”
“Frankie.” My name tumbled from his tongue like a promise.
“Maybe what we should accept is that neither of us should be ashamed of the love we have for each other. Maybe together, we are more than enough for each other.”
Emotion pressed, and that energy sizzled. The hum that vibrated in the air almost glowing with the intensity of it.
Reaching out, I signed against the scar on his chest where his beautiful heart hammered at his ribs. YOU ARE MY FAVORITE.
Evan dropped his forehead to mine. “You are my everything.”
I could almost see the walls that had separated us crumble at our feet.
Come crashing down in a blinding storm that ended with us.
Evan took my mouth in a possessive kiss, hands close to frantic as they began to explore.
Running over my breasts and my sides and gripping at my hips.
A groan of objection was starting to form when he took his mouth from mine, but then he was making a path down the sensitive skin of my throat and that groan was turning into one of need.
Tiny spikes of pleasure lighting up everywhere his lips traveled.
Down, down, down, the boy licked a path over the raging thunder of my heart, over the swell of my breast, and I was crying out when he took the tight bud into the well of his mouth.
He sucked hard, teeth scraping the flesh, tongue swirling, and all those sensations were hitting me all at once, and my fingers were digging into his shoulders, raking in their plea.
“Evan. Evan. Oh God. I missed this. I missed you.”
And I knew he couldn’t hear what I was saying, but that he could feel the brush of the words on his skin. I knew it in the way he exhaled in his own surrender.
“Yes,” he murmured at my breast, his tongue coming out to flick one last time before he pushed up onto his hands to stare down at me. “I missed you. I missed this. Touching you. Loving you. Now I’m not ever going to stop.”
“You better not.” There would have been the threat of a tease in the words except for the fact I was physically shaking like a windstorm was coming through, my heart palpitating and sending all that anticipation pounding through my bloodstream.
Every nerve alive.
Every cell on high alert.
Tuned into this man.
The hint of a smirk lifted at the corner of his mouth. “That’s a warning I plan to make good on.”
Then there was no more laughing because Evan was winding out of his underwear, the last barrier keeping us apart. His abdomen jerked and flexed and ticked in these pulses of need as he slowly twisted out of his briefs.
His cock got free.
Hard and bulging at the tip.
My insides clutched. The man so damn beautiful it just wasn’t fair to my sanity.
Because I could feel myself slipping away.
I gripped him and ran my thumb over his engorged crown, then fisted my hand over all that hard, velvet flesh.
Stroking once.
Then twice.
Evan’s mouth dropped open in a straight-shot of pleasure, a low rumble echoing from his throat and covering me in his need.
“Frankie. Shit. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
Loved being in control of it.
Loved knowing that I could cause this reaction in him.
I rushed to dig around in my nightstand for a condom, ripping into it and slipping it over his cock that was twitching in my hand.
He wound a spot for himself between my thighs, and he was staring down at me in awe as I continued to pump my hand along his length while guiding him to me.
“Fuck, Frankie . . . you are killing me, sweet girl. You just touching me and I’m already dying. Dying to be inside of you.”