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"Stop asking and just take me to bed," I whisper.
I take a step backward and pull him along with me, treading lightly and quietly as I pass Alex's bedroom and reach my own. Evan follows me in and closes the door with a barely audible thud behind him, shutting the dogs and the rest of the world out.
My room is a mess; I didn't think to clean it up before I left. I never expected this to happen. Clothes are piled up on the hope chest at the foot of the bed, a piece of furniture I've spent a lot of time ignoring over the years, and my bed is unmade. Evan doesn't seem to care, though; he's focused entirely on me.
He tilts my head and captures my lips in another kiss, holding my face in his hands. I sigh into his mouth--breath to breath, my arms hanging at my sides because I don't know what to do with them, I don't know what to do with any of this. His hands find the hem of my t-shirt and starts to pull it up, and I think we both remember at the same time that I'm not wearing a bra.
"Is this okay?" he asks.
I nod.
He keeps asking me if I'm okay.
And I am. I'm so much better than okay.
Evan pulls my shirt up over my head and tosses it to the floor, and then his hands are on my breasts, his thumbs playing with my nipples. No one has touched me like this in so long, and I feel my pussy throb, my thighs squeezing together. I almost cry out, and then I remember that I don't want to wake Alex and I zip my lips shut.
"You're beautiful," Evan rumbles, his voice low. "Fucking gorgeous."
"I'm nervous," I whisper.
He laughs softly. "Don't be."
Evan stops touching me only long enough to take off his shirt, and my anxiety vanishes as I take in the sight. I knew he was jacked--I could tell from when we cuddled at Lucille and Tom's house--but I didn't know it would bequitethis good. I can't resist putting my hands on him, running my fingertips down his pecs and over his abs.
He jerks a little. "Take it easy...I'm ticklish."
I giggle. "I don't know why that's so cute."
He ducks his head to kiss me again, and whispers against my lips. "Glad you think I'm cute."
I kiss his neck and he groans and pulls me against him. My bare breasts push against his chest. His skin is smooth and hot, and I drag my hands up over his muscled back, feeling him shiver in my arms.
His deft fingers find the button of my jeans and he undoes it before dragging my pants down my hips, and I flush bright red in the light of the lamp when he sees my granny panties and thick thighs. "I didn't really plan--" I start, but Evan presses a finger to my lips and walks me slowly backwards toward the bed.
"You stop that talk," he growls, his Texan accent coming through. "You would look goddamn sexy in anything you wear...or even better in nothing. Can I take these off?"
His thumbs hook in the waistband of my panties and I take a harsh breath before nodding. "Please."
He kisses me again, and then hooks his fingers in the waistband and drags them down my thighs, pushing them over my feet and tossing them to the pile of clothes on the ground. We're right next to the bed now, the backs of my knees knocking on the edge.
But there's one more thing I need to do.
Before he can touch me again, I reach for the fly of his jeans. I don't want to fumble when he's been so patient, so careful with me--but my hands are shaking when I undo the button, and then the zipper. I moan as Evan's thick cock springs free, jutting toward me and tenting his boxers, and he tightens his grip around me.
"Easy," he says, pressing his forehead against mine. "You don't have to rush. I'm not going anywhere."
I shake my head. "I've been waiting five years for this. I'm ready."
I move my hands to his hips and push his pants and boxers down, over his hard cock. My mouth goes dry as it springs out, thick and hard, and I moan softly when he takes a step closer and it pushes against my belly. "Fuck, I want you," he rasps.
"I want you too," I whisper. "Let's just--"
"Hell no," he says. "Like I said...I'm not going anywhere. And I intend on making you come before I'm inside you, got it?"
I nod and he puts his hands on my waist, lifting me up onto the bed and crawling after me. I sink down onto the mattress, and Evan kneels between my legs, spreading them wide. I feel so exposed, bare and vulnerable, but I'm more turned on than I think I've ever been before.
He leans in and kisses me, light brushes of his lips, his tongue. I'm aching to feel his hands on me, but he keeps teasing me, flirting with my lips, my neck. When he finally reaches my breasts, it's everything. He sucks my nipples, hard, making me gasp, making me arch my back toward him.
