Page 30 of Tattoo My Heart
She gives me a sheepish smile before moving again. This time she is a lot more careful as she moves and positions herself right in my lap, with her knees on the seat on each side of me.
“Cal Prentice,” she murmurs softly, once again biting into her bottom lip. It is taking a lot of effort not to close my eyes and moan in pleasure at the sight.
“Evelyn Moore.”
My voice is coming out crackling, like a bad radio transmission.
“When I was sixteen,” she starts talking. “I thought you were the hottest boy I knew.”
I think back to the first time we met. I was in college and thought I was the shit.
“I was a little more grown than a boy,” I inform her in an indignant tone.
Evie gives me the sexiest little smirk in the corner of her lips.
“And even more so since then,” she agrees. “That is why…” She is now resting her hands on the back of my seat, making me push back a little so that I can see her better.
“That is why what?” I ask when I see that she is remaining frozen above me. She better not lose her train of thought.
She swallows nervously, her eyes never leaving mine.
“That is why…” she repeats but stops again.
My hands come to rest on her waist, wishing like hell that I could press her hips down onto mine without scaring the shit out of her. I flex my fingers and give her a small squeeze, willing her without words to continue with whatever she had in mind.
“Spit it out, Evie,” I encourage her, our lips barely touching when I speak.
She closes her eyes for a brief second and takes a deep breath in. I can feel her arms trembling from where she’s resting them on each side of my head.
“Don’t let me down,” she whispers right before touching her lips to mine.
At first, her touch is gentle. In fact, I can barely feel the whisper of a kiss she gives me. But then, everything that is Evie is being unleashed on me.
Her fingers dig into the back of my scalp when she holds my head prisoner, her mouth devouring my lips with a hunger I have never encountered in a sexual partner.
When she touches my tongue with the tip of hers, I am done being gentle. I sweep in and kiss her with everything in me. My hands are now resting on her ass, fingers begging me to start squeezing the full globes.
“Yes,” she moans in between kisses. She grinds herself harder and harder onto my obvious erection, and I start getting closer and closer to the point where I have the wild urge to pull her leggings and my jeans down right before I sink my cock into her pussy to the hilt.
“Evie,” I mumble, unsure of how I am even capable of forming words, any words.
I let go of her ass cheeks and reach for the bottom of her shirt. My pulse is racing through my veins when I feel the smooth skin underneath. Inch by slow inch, I lift the hem a little bit at a time, wondering how she would feel if I just ripped it in half to expose her chest.
“I want you so fuckin’ bad,” I confess to her. “Have been for a while.”
It’s not even a lie. Thoughts of Evie have been flooding my brain lately. They’ve been coming at me in rapid succession at random times. And I want to spend them all with Evie.
“Yes,” she moans again around my mouth. “I want you, too, Cal. So bad.”
Those are the sweetest words ever spoken and the only sign I need. I grab at the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and throwing it on the passenger seat.
The vision she makes now in just her bra, straddling my lap, cheeks red from exerting herself while kissing me, it all completes the beautiful image I have been dreaming of when I came to Evie.
Without another word, she grabs my head and brings our mouths back together. The move is forceful enough where our teeth click together, making both of us chuckle. But it is not enough to make us stop.
Evie is now moving her hips over me, the bulge in my jeans fitting so perfectly against the heat emanating from in between her legs. She moves faster and faster, giving me no choice but to push myself up against her.
“I want you naked,” I growl at her. The heat inside the car is making both of us sweat, and I am fascinated by the tiny drops now forming on her temples and above her upper lip. I just want to lick her all over until she screams my name, the only name that will ever cross her lips while having sex, I decide on the spot.
