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“It’s not fair. You have more clothes on than me.” She looked up at me, her soft lashes fluttering against her cheeks, suddenly a little shy.
“Let me even it up then.” I shed the shirt and kicked my pants off, losing them somewhere down by my feet. Before I had a chance to tug the undershirt over my head, Frannie had slid it halfway up my chest.
Then she burrowed into me, skin to skin. Being with her like this felt so right. My cock thought so too. A rock-solid ridge tented the front of my boxer briefs. I was ready to show her how good things could be, ready to take things between us to a whole new level.
“Are you sure you don’t want to walrus me?” I whispered as I skimmed my fingers over her shoulder. I’d been dreaming about having her like this since my older brothers enlightened me about what the word “fuck” meant. Only with Frannie, I always thought of what I wanted to do with her as making love. Yeah, I wanted to fuck her too. I wasn’t a choirboy, but I knew it would be so much more special than just getting off with a girl. She was the one.
“I’m sure.” Her eyes locked with mine, and I could see the love I felt in my heart reflected right back at me.
“Good. Because once we get going, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.” I leaned forward and kissed her. As our tongues tangled, I skimmed my hand down her side and around her belly to stop at the waistband of her panties.
Her breath caught. For half a heartbeat, I thought she might pull back. I wouldn’t have been able to take that. Stopping now would break my heart. Then she put her hand over mine and, with our fingers intertwined, she slid them into her panties.
CHAPTER22
Frannie
I couldn’t breathe,couldn’t think, couldn’t make sense of what was happening. My body seemed to know what to do, though. Every flick of Evan’s fingers against my clit had my hips grinding against him. I’d been afraid it would be weird between us, but I’d never felt more comfortable. He seemed to know just what to do and just where to touch me. It was like he was reading my mind, anticipating my needs before I even realized they were there.
His hands were like magic. Little sparks exploded on my skin everywhere he touched. I wanted more. I needed all of him. The pressure inside me was building. I ground my hips against his thigh, looking for relief.
“I’ve got you, Frannigan.” He slipped a finger inside me, giving me just enough to make me even more wild with need. I didn’t know how to put into words what I wanted from him. All I knew was I needed more. More of his hands on me, his fingers in me, his mouth on mine. Just more, more, more.
Evan worked me with his hand. His finger slid in and out, brushing over the tight bundle of nerves with each pass. Every touch wound me tighter and tighter until I felt like I was going to explode.
“Stay with me, sweetheart.” He moved, and I felt the loss of his touch like a hollow, desperate ache. Then he was back, stroking me, adding another finger inside.
I pushed my panties down my legs, not wanting any barrier between us. He rolled over me, bracing himself on his elbows so he didn’t crush me with his weight. Then the head of his cock was nudging into the space between my thighs. I spread my legs, so eager to feel him inside me that I didn’t mind the rough carpet against my back or that my head was squashed against the passenger side seat.
“I don’t have a condom, Frannie.” He let his forehead rest against mine. “Damn, I want you so bad.”
A wave of disappointment I had no business feeling threatened to drown me. I hadn’t come this far and gotten this close to put the brakes on now. “It’s okay. I’m safe. You?”
Evan nodded. “I swear.”
I gulped in a deep breath. “Then keep going.”
“You’re sure?” he asked.
Nodding, I pulled his head down and tried not to think about the fact I was about to have sex with my very best friend.
Evan pushed into me. I was tight, too damn tight. Spreading my legs as wide as they would go, I dug my fingers into his bare ass and urged him to go harder. He pushed again, this time with more force. His cock filled me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips.
“You feel so good.” He stopped moving, his cock seated deep inside me. “So fucking good.”
I wanted to stay like that forever, full of him, the connection between us so deep and so intimate that it could never be broken. But then he started to move. A new feeling washed over me. Waves of pleasure radiated out from my core and spread through my entire body. I never wanted it to end.
Evan swiveled his hips as his cock slowly pumped in and out. I pulsed around him, unable to do anything but follow his lead. As he moved, he whispered words I couldn’t even make out into my ear.
It was too much. The movement, the whispers, the fullness… for the first time in my life, I came undone with a man inside me.
Evan followed, his release making his entire body tense. Hovering over me, every muscle in his body tightened. Then he let out a groan, clinging to me as he came deep inside me. When he was done, he rolled over, collapsing next to me, then pulled me onto his chest and cradled me against him, heart to heart.
Neither one of us said anything for several minutes. I was too wrung out to piece my thoughts together about what had just happened. I’d never suspected it could be so good between us.
“You okay?” His hand glided up and down my back.
I propped my chin up on his chest and met his gaze. His eyes held a mix of concern and something else… something I’d failed to recognize over all the years we’d spent together. Something that looked a lot like love.
