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She threads her fingers through my hair and tugs on the strands, while I smooth my hand from her lower back over her ass and push the hem of her dress up to her waist. Sliding my palm back up and skimming my thumb over the lower part of her abdomen, I expect to encounter her underwear. Instead, I find her bare.
I break away from the kiss. “Did you go out tonight with nothing under this dress?”
Her breath is coming in heavy, hot bursts, gliding alongmy face as she props herself up on her elbows, looking down at me. “Not exactly.”
My thumb strokes the smooth skin along the front of her hip, continuing down until I’m perilously close to her center. I can barely breathe in anticipation of finally knowing what she feels like. “Tell me more.”
“I took them off when I got home. They’re in the laundry basket in the bathroom.” She glances away, but I cup her jaw and turn her face back to mine.
“Do you always take your underwear off when you get home?” I’m not even sure what or why I’m asking, but the fact that she fell on top of me, sans underwear and is obviously horny as hell, has me curious.
“Not always.”
“So why tonight?”
“Luke, can you please stop interrogating me and go back to kissing me instead?”
I roll my hips up into her and don’t miss the way the head of my dick rubs right along her clit, making her eyes close as her lips part in a breathy sigh. “I’m happy to go back to kissing you,” I say, letting my thumb slide farther down her belly. She sucks her stomach in to give me room, but my hand stops just before I make contact with her clit. “But first, I want to know why you took your underwear off.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “And if I don’t tell you?”
“We can stop.”
If this scenario had played out even a week ago, I wouldn’t have had the discipline to make this offer. I’d have continued kissing her after she asked, from fear that I’d never have another opportunity.
But her response to me tonight has me more confidentthat this attraction between us isn’t one-sided at all. Even if she calls my bluff and nothing else happens, I’m relatively certain that we’ll find ourselves in a similar situation in the near future.
After years of telling myself this was a lost cause, “we” suddenly feel inevitable.
“I’d love to take care of all your needs right now,” I tell her, taking my hand from her jaw and trailing it down her neck until my palm rests on her chest, right between her breasts. Her heartbeat is fast but steady beneath my skin. “But I need to know why you want this.”
When she sighs and rolls her hips again, I know she’s going to tell me—because it’s clear she wantsthismore than she wants to keep her little secret.
“These pregnancy hormones have me . . .needingthings.”
I splay my finger out so my thumb and pinky dip beneath the top seam of her dress, and she whimpers. “What kind of things, Evie?”
“The sexual kind. I just need...” She rolls her hips again. I can’t stop the way my own hips flex upward, rubbing along her core, and I don’t miss the way she’s making my boxers damp with her arousal. “I need a decent orgasm. And you said if I had needs?—”
“To come to me. Good girl,” I say and watch her eyes flare in surprise. I slip my hand farther between us, until my thumb coasts against her clit, and she squeezes her eyes shut, her lips parting as she sighs.
“I need...” she whispers, but then stops herself.
I trail kisses along her jaw, knowing I would give her anything and everything she asked for. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“I need this dress off. I want to feel your skin against mine.”
“Sit up.” I don’t mean the words to come so ragged, but I’m so turned on at this point, it’s hard to talk.
She straightens up, with her knees bent on either side of me, directly on top of my cock. Sliding my hands inside the stretchy material of her dress, I drag it up her body, and then sit up so I can pull it the rest of the way over her head. But now, her tits are right in front of my face, and I am so fucking distracted by them, I forget what I’m doing. I don’t even realize she’s finished pulling the dress off herself until I hear her light laughter and look up to find her staring down at me. “See something you like?”
I lick my lips, not breaking eye contact with her while bringing my hands up to cup each heavy beast in my hand. “You’re fucking spectacular, you know that?”
She lets out a low rumble of laughter. “So you say...now that I’m naked.”
“You’re always spectacular, Evie. You’re just extra amazing naked.”
When I run my thumbs over her nipples, she hisses a “Yesss.” I pull one of the stiff peaks into my mouth while toying with the other between my fingers, and she rocks her hips back and forth, rubbing her cunt along my length in quick, sharp movements. She’s not taking this slow; she’s chasing a feeling she can only get from another person. I glance up at her and ask, “Did you already try to make yourself come tonight? Is that why you’re not wearing any underwear.”
