Page 87 of Under the Weatherman
It reminded me of that first night, splitting these two moments across a divide. Wehadmoved too fast that night. I hadn’t understood at the time just how fast. But tonight, she didn’t need to coax me.
“Tell me you want me,” I said.
She grinned. “Ireallywant you.”
That wasn’t the question I’d wanted to ask. I lowered my guard, opened myself up to ridicule. “Tell me youlikeme.”
She fisted my undershirt and stood on her toes to kiss me. “I really like you, Evan.”
The insecure baby in me wanted to stop and ask her why, but I was going to have to take a leap of faith, so I said, “Good, because I really like you, too.”
That tiny admission hid the depth of my feeling. I was obsessed with her.
Without another hesitation, my hands were on her, turning her, leading her toward her bathroom. She retrieved a pair of towels from the closet, then reached in and turned on the spray. “I hope you like it hot.”
“Very.” I gripped her hips and bent to kiss her again.
Her hands delved beneath my undershirt, using her forearms to force the fabric up higher, over my head, then she ran her tongue across my chest. I moaned at the sensory overload. When her mouth found mine again, I lost myself in the perfect storm of want and need.
I needed to get her out of this bra. I worked the hooks, and before the straps had fallen from her shoulders, my mouth found her breasts, and I tongued those perfect nipples.
“Talk dirty to me,” she said.
I was so caught up in the moment, I’d say anything. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name,” I sounded as wrecked as her.
She whispered into my ear, “I’m going to take your belt off, unzip your pants, and wrap my hand around your cock.”
“Oh, God.” My whole body stiffened. Okay, sothatwas dirty talk.
She met my eyes. “Do you want me to?”
I didn’t need her to check in with me, but the question alone doused any remaining doubts. “So bad.”
As promised, she unbuckled me and worked the button and zipper on my pants. Her hand plunged into my boxers, and my head fell back at the sheer bliss of her stroking me. “Oh, God, Elizabeth.”
She nipped at my neck, running her thumb over the most sensitive place on my cock, and then, to my surprise, she dropped onto her knees and yanked my pants to my ankles.
“You’re driving me insane.” My stiff cock proved the truth in that statement. If she only knew how incredibly rare it was for me to trust anyone this much.
In response, she said, “And now I’m going to suck your dick,” so matter of fact, I almost laughed. But before I’d even cracked a smile she ran her tongue up the length of me and buried me in her mouth. My eyes rolled back for a heartbeat, but I needed to see her, I wanted to seer the image of her sucking me into my brain. It was too much, too much ecstasy, too much depravity, too much intimacy. If she kept on, I was going to come on the spot, and I didn’t want that to happen, yet.
“Come here.”
She stood, and I unfastened her pants and tugged them over her hips, leering as she wiggled out of them the rest of the way.
“Fuck me, you’re sexy.”
“Look who’s talking, sexy Weatherman.”
I loved that she made me laugh even in the middle of such a vulnerable moment. I gave her a goofy grin and disco-tumbled my hands like I stood in front of a green screen. “We can expect a scorching hot—”
My last word was lost, as she pulled into the shower.
I should have remembered I looked like a drowned river otter when my hair got wet. Showers weren’t a sexy look for me. Nonetheless, her smile dropped, and she gave me a serious eye fuck.
My body responded immediately with electric need. My hands slid down her arms, slick with water. I lathered up the soap and began to wash her back and shoulders, then I touched her chest and circled her breasts with reverence. She gasped when I pinched one nipple as my other hand moved down her torso, and my finger slid into her, slick beyond the water. I pushed her against the wall and began to stroke her. Her head rolled to the side as she moaned.
Her fingers twisted in my hair, and she rocked into me. “There. Don’t stop. Right there.”
