Midnight.
“Goodnight, Evan.”
His eyes hold mine for one more moment, checking for hesitation he already knows he won’t find. Then his hand drops, and his fingers hook into the belt loop of my jeans.
“Night, Pen,” he husks.
And then he tugs, just enough to pull me flush against him. Enough for my hands to land against his chest and for every careful inch of space between us to disappear.
The kiss is nothing like the one on the couch from the other night. That one had uncertainty and questions in it.
This one doesn’t.
His mouth presses to mine with intent, lips moving against me as his hand tightens at the back of my neck, the other still caught in my belt loop. A soft sound slips out of me before I can stop it, and I feel the shift of his body, the way he leans in like he’s been waiting to do this all night.
My hands grip the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens.
“Tell me to stop,” he mutters against my mouth.
I shake my head and keep kissing him. “Don’t.”
His hand flexes at my hip, tugging me that last impossible inch closer. I go easily, pressing into him and feeling how hard he is, the last of the distance between us gone.
“Penny,” he says roughly, pulling away momentarily, and I tilt my head back just enough to meet those honey eyes.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“I want you to take me to bed.”
Something decisive flits across his face, then his hands shift at my waist, and I’m moving, lifted before I can think about it. My arms lock around his shoulders as my legs wrap around him, and he kisses me again.
“Very fucking gladly,” he rasps.
And then he moves.
Chapter seventeen
Is there something that’s greener than green?
Evan
The bedroom door thuds shut, but we barely notice the noise. Penny’s legs are still cinched around my waist, her breath hitching in between our frantic kisses.
I cross the room in three strides and lower her onto the mattress. She sinks into the dark sheets with her hair fanning out and lips parted, her bright blue eyes locked on me.
She bites her lip with a grin, while I brace one arm beside her head, hovering long enough to take her in.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, and then I’m kissing her again before she can answer.
The kiss turns messy fast, and I groan when her fingers slip beneath the back of my T-shirt, nails dragging over my skin. My hips shift against hers without thinking.
“Been thinking about this all week,” I admit against her mouth, my hand sliding up under her top. “Since the couch.”
“Yeah?” She catches my bottom lip between her teeth, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch. “Then quit talking and relive it properly.”
A low laugh leaves me, but it dies the second her body arches under my hand.
“You made noises that’ve haunted me for days,” I mutter, palming her breast.
