Page 35 of Hot and Bothered
We settled onto the sofa as Evan put on some cute animated show. It was about a post-apocalyptic world where humans lived underground, which might have sounded the exact opposite of what I was in the mood for, but the show focused on a young girl who found herself on the surface and was amazed by all the wonderful, amazing things she’d never known existed above ground. It was all about her discovering a whole wide world of adventure beyond her own limited experiences.
In other words, it was a familiar narrative that hit close to home. I didn’t doubt Evan had chosen that show specifically because of me.
He put an arm around me and tugged me into his side. I snuggled up against him, tucking my feet under me and resting my head on his shoulder. The heat of his body seeped into me, warming me to my core. An earthy-sweet aroma surrounded me, something almost like a combination of citrus and freshly cut grass. I inhaled deeply, wanting to take my fill of Evan’s scent.
He began tracing small circles along my hip absentmindedly, the rhythm oddly in sync with the TV show’s soundtrack. It was kind of cute, watching him unconsciously keep tempo with the background music.
It was also incredibly arousing to have his fingers touching me in such a light caress. Just a handful of inches lower and he would have been touching exposed skin. I tried not to squirm, but every swirl of his finger sent thrills racing through me.
By the time the credits of the second episode started playing, my insides were pulsing and throbbing. It was ridiculous that Evan could have such an effect on me, but I’d so rarely experienced anything of this kind that even the smallest of touches was enough to inflame my body.
“What do you think?” Evan asked, tightening the arm wrapped around me.
I blinked up at him slowly, my mind a little hazy. “What?”
“It’s a cute show, right?”
Truthfully, I’d missed most of the second episode because I’d been caught up with the sensation of Evan’s hands so close to my bare thigh.
“It’s cute,” I agreed, trying not to sound strangled.
Evan’s face was so close. His green eyes stared deeply into mine. My gaze fell to his lips without thinking about it. I couldn’t help remembering the last time we’d kissed. It had been so tender but at the same time so intense.
I wet my lips at the memory. The pupils of Evan’s eyes blew wide open, turning the green into something darker, something heated.
Last time Evan had been the one to ask, the one to make the first move. This time was going to be different.
I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the firm muscles twitch and flex under my hands.
“Kiss me?” I whispered.
Without another word, he lowered his head and took my breath away with the most thorough of kisses. My fingers curled into his shirt, grasping the thin material to pull him closer to me.
He put both hands on my hips, his long, sturdy fingers pressing into my lower back and his thumbs pressing into the dips of my hipbone. I inhaled a shuddering breath as those thumbs continued the work of his fingers, rubbing in circles and sending shocks through my system.
We alternated between soft pecks and deep, searching kisses. I snuck my hands under Evan’s t-shirt and relished the hard planes and valleys of his chest. I ran my nails lightly along his skin and was delighted to make him shiver. I wasn’t the only one affected by all of this.
His hands snuck under my skirt to cup the backs of my thighs and tugged, hoisting me from the sofa until I was sitting on his lap, my legs splayed to either side of him. The front of his jeans pressed against my core, making me throb even harder.
He detached himself from my lips and placed a sucking kiss on my neck, making me gasp. I hadn’t known my neck could be so sensitive. My whole body tingled from that single point of contact.
His hands brushed the crease between my hips and thigh. My breath caught at how close he was to brushing another, more intimate part of me. He stroked a finger between my legs, over my panties, and a bolt of pure lightning zapped through me. My whole body trembled and my legs tensed.
“Is this okay?” he murmured into the curve of my shoulder.
I nodded with a shaky moan, unable to use words.
He traced the elastic of my panties, toying with the fabric, before slipping inside. He repeated the same motion as before, but this time his finger swept between my bare lower lips, no cotton between his skin and mine. I groaned, my wet arousal making the glide easy and slick.
He probed at my entrance, not quite dipping inside. I knew he was waiting for more permission.
“Please,” I whimpered, clinging to his shoulders, my head bowing forward as my breath sped up.
With one fluid motion, he slid a finger inside me. I gasped out loud, all my nerve endings burning, threatening to singe my body. He pumped in and out, using his thumb to rub circles at the apex of my thighs. My whole body trembled and quaked with pleasure.
My breath came in fits and starts, unable to get enough air into my lungs. My head felt fuzzy, and I wasn’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen or from the exquisite sensation his hands were wringing from my body.
“Breathe,” he said.
