Well, she wasn't laughing. More like choking on her own tongue.
"No way. I'm just not going to take my shirt off in front of you." There would be no possible way she could do that without flinging herself into his arms.
He scoffed as he stood up. He started toward her. "Oh, come on. I've seen plenty of breasts before, including yours once when you dropped your towel by accident after your shower. It's no big deal."
Not to him. But it was to her. She could not fake nonchalance wearing no shirt in front of him. Taking another step back, she said, "No, I'm not doing it."
Halley stopped moving, frozen to the spot an inch in front of Evan's bed. She was trapped and he was right in front of her. He took her hands, squeezed, slid up her arms, continuing on and on.
"Come on. I've slept in the same bed with you when you were wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties. You've thrown up on me. I can take a picture of your breasts without it being a big deal."
She wished he hadn't brought up the whole throw-up thing. A few too many shots on her twenty-third birthday and she had lost her dinner of sweet and sour pork down the front of Evan's shirt. Not one of her sexier moments.
The whole thing was depressing. It just served to emphasize how little he thought of her as a woman if he could stand there while she stripped her shirt off and be totally unaffected.
Or would he? Neither of them could claim he had been immune to her earlier. No one could fake a hard-on like that.
Suddenly she wanted to do it. She wanted to strip off her shirt for Evan and see that he could take her picture without any further interest whatsoever.
It was playing with fire, she knew. But they had already crossed some strange line with that wax-melting kiss, and she needed to know. She needed to see that it was forgettable, that Evan had only reacted to her and had no real desire for her.
If he could stand there and watch her half naked and not want her, then hopefully it would be the bucket of cold water needed to douse this fire between her legs.
Breath hitching, she stepped to the side out of Evan's reach and yanked her tank top up over her head. "Fine. If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me. Use mine."
Evan's head swam as every drop of blood in his body rushed south to create the largest, most agonizing hard-on ever known to man. Damn.
Halley's chest rose and fell as she defiantly dropped her arms to her sides. Creamy pale flesh taunted him everywhere he looked. Her breasts were straining to escape a pale blue sheer bra.
The hard pinkness of her nipples was clearly visible through the barely there fabric. Evan couldn't move, couldn't think.
While he sure as hell had wanted her to strip, he hadn't for one minute thought she actually would.
In fact, he had never meant to suggest it out loud in the first place. And he hadn't meant to persuade her as vehemently as he had.
But she had done it. And all he could do was drink her in and wonder how easily that sheer stuff on her bra might rip between his greedy fingers.
"Where's your digital camera so we can take a picture?" Halley wet her lips, her fingers hovering over the front clasp on the bra.
Not only was he going to get to see her breasts, he was going to have documentation of it. On film. Double damn.
Where the hell was his camera? Moving quickly, he plundered drawer after drawer of his desk, tossing a dictionary and his palm pilot on the floor, scattering pens left and right.
Trying to hide his urgency, he said softly, "Don't move, sweet stuff. I need to find the camera."
Desperate that any delay and Halley might change her mind, he whirled around. The closet. That's were it was. The door slammed against the wall as he threw it open, and as he fumbled around on the shelf, a barrage of sweaters tumbled down onto his head. Followed by a tennis racket, which he just managed to dodge.
Camera finally in hand, he turned around in triumph.
Halley's fingers played with the clasp on her bra. She stood very still, her chin tilted up a little and her eyes wide. Her hesitation was clear.
Evan went equally still, slowing down his jerky movements and giving her a tilted reassuring smile. "Great Tits Hall of Fame, remember?"
She gave a nervous laugh. "I feel stupid."
"No." He took a step forward. "Not stupid. Beautiful."
Hair tumbled in her eyes as she shook her head.
"Yes, you are."
Then he reached her. Tucking one hand tightly over the camera and letting it fall to his side, he reached out with the other hand and gave her nipple a light caress through the raspy sheer bra. She let out a startled yelp.
Shit, he couldn't believe he'd just done that. He pulled his hand back.
"Evan?" Her eyes were heavy, half closed, and her arms were trapped between his body and hers. "You didn't forget about what happened before, did you?"
"No." He leaned closer to her, inhaling her scent of citrus and something else he couldn't define, something earthy and subtle.
"I didn't either."
"Halley, I have to tell you that if you take your bra off, I'm going to touch you." He meant to put his hand deep into his pocket, but instead he dropped it to her waist.
Her breath sucked in hard. "You are? But I thought we were best friends, that's all."
They were. That should be all. But it wasn't enough. "I can't help it. I want you. Bad."
Prying her cold fingers off the bra clasp, he pressed her hand against his erection. Her eyes went wide.
"I can't fight it anymore, Halley. I don't want to fight it anymore."
Then he kissed her. It was different from the kiss earlier that morning. That had been urgent, carnal. This was languid and moist, her mouth fully open to receive him, their breath mingling together as he tasted her. It was slow and thorough, a hot discovery of each other.
She whispered against his mouth, "I want you too. For months now. I'm going nuts, Evan."
That was the best thing he'd heard in years. "Then let's go nuts together, sweet stuff."
Halley's tongue slipped into his mouth and he sucked on the tip lightly. She pulled back with a groan, her hands falling onto his waist. Those fingers touching, fluttering, gripping his belt loops had Evan's breath hitching.
With one hand on the back of her head, he took her mouth again and again, pressing rough and desperate, their teeth knocking together as he slipped across her slick lips.
Control. He needed to go slow. But that was so damn hard when Halley was pressed up against his bare chest wearing nothing but a doily that called itself a bra.
He broke off the kiss, and swallowed hard. They both panted, staring at each other, Halley's expression bewildered and aroused.
"Evan, if we do this, things are going to change between us."
Her nipple brushed against his bare chest as she spoke. "Things have already changed between us. And if we ignore this, the tension will always be between us. I think we should do this, have this one day together, then we can go back to the way we were before."
Not that he could envision ever going back to being pals and watching Halley date other men, but one step at a time.
"So, you mean, we'll just get this strange lust out of our systems?" She was clearly hesitating.
"Exactly."
"And nothing will ever keep us from being friends?"
"Nothing ever. I swear it." That was the whole truth as he knew it. He didn't plan on losing Halley's friendship. But he was going to if he didn't act on these feelings for her. He couldn't bottle this desire up another day.
Taking one step back, he lifted the camera in front of him, adjusting so that Halley was on the screen viewer.
"Take it off, sweet stuff."
There was hesitation, a split second of thought, before Halley tossed back her head, arching her breasts in an unconscious gesture of defiance. The clasp separated between her fingers, and Evan's heart pounded painfully as there was another split second of indecision.
He watched the screen
as she made up her mind. The bra slid across each full breast and down her pale arms to land out of view on the floor.
There was nothing but her in front of him. He pushed the button with his thumb to take a picture, no intention of ever putting this on any website. Not even as a joke to teach the hackers a lesson. Not even when no one would ever know they were Halley's breasts.
This view was for him, and him alone, one he'd been waiting five years to see.
It was a damn good view, rivaling the Grand Canyon in natural beauty. Her shoulders were back, her chest rose and fell on anxious breaths, and her nipples were smooth and round, pressing forward with pride.
Halley's breasts were pale and incandescent, rounded and curving in perfect symmetry, not too large and not too small. Just right for him.
He took another picture. And another. He didn't want to risk missing this shot.
Her hands came up to flick a piece of hair out of her mouth, causing her breasts to rise in a fluid motion. Evan groaned, staring at her now, not the screen, and itched with the agonizing need to touch her.
"Did you take the picture?" she whispered, the sound of her ragged edgy voice making him throb.
"Yes." He moved a little to the left, wanting the side view of her, the upsweep of her breast, the graceful arch of shoulder to side.
"Then what are you doing?" She stood still, but turned her head to follow his progress.
"Taking pictures for me."
"Evan!" Her mouth dropped.
He loved the way her waist fell into her pants, with enough room between the fabric and her skin for him to easily slip in a finger or two. Moving slowly, he walked behind her, capturing her long and smooth back, and her ass sitting snugly in her pants.
With a shrug, he said, "I think I may be looking at my next screen saver."
It made her blush. He didn't care.
"You can't do that," she whispered.
"Why not?" It was the best idea he'd had in months.
He stepped on her bra as he moved around her other side. Leaning over, he scooped it up. It was warm, the way Halley's skin would be. He brought it to his nose. It smelled like her, soft and citrus and erotic.
"I had no idea you wore such sexy bras. I almost passed out when I saw this little see-through number."
"It's a private indulgence," she said. "A reward for my success."
Lifting the hair on her shoulder, Evan kissed her flushed skin. "That's what these pictures are. A reward for my success."
"Success for what?" Halley stood very still, her shoulders taut and her chest rising a little faster than normal.
"For fixing your website."
She gave a little scoff. "Sure, you fixed it after they made me naked."
He laughed, though it did annoy the hell out of him that his site had been hacked. But the first thing on his mind right now was her soft warm flesh, uncovered and so close to him.
Her head tilted back. She added, "The pictures aren't for you. They're supposed to be for the website, for the hackers."
Revenge would have to wait. "We'll talk about that later. Right now, I've got to touch you." He set the camera down on his desk and reached for her, putting his hands on her warm waist above her pants.
"Are you sure we should?" Her voice was a little whimper that didn't fool him for one second. She was trembling now, leaning toward him, her nipples hard and rosy. Halley looked as if a breeze blowing between her thighs might make her come.
Evan wanted to make her come. He wanted her to let go. To completely give it all up, to break and shatter beneath his touch, no thoughts of anything but their bodies and the pleasure he was giving her.
"I want you," he whispered in her ear. "Can I have you?"
He pulsed with desire, ached with the need to bury himself in Halley. There had been quite a few women in his life over the years, but it had always been casual, a little company and enough to take the edge off. He had wanted women, but had never needed.
He needed Halley.
He loved her. She knew him backward and forward and there were no games between them ever. There wouldn't be now. He could never be anything but honest with her, which was why he could no longer hide his desire for her.
Halley, eyes glazed with passion, turned to stare at him. She swallowed.
Then said, "Take me, Evan."
Evan just about came on the spot.
Chapter five
Halley watched Evan's eyes go wide with shock and desire. A little laugh bubbled up and out of her. It felt so good to see that look on his face, to know that he wanted her just the way she wanted him.
Finally, after all these months she was going to have him.
Only he wasn't doing anything, he was just standing there, eyes rolling up and down over her as he looked his fill.
What the heck was he waiting for, an embossed invitation?
"Do something," she said, feeling a tinge self-conscious standing there like a topless waitress.
Evan gave her a lusty smile. "You're always so damn impatient."
There was no point in arguing. He knew her well. Halley put her hands on her hips and frowned at him, wondering if she was going to be forced to grab his crotch to goad him into action.
It felt suspiciously as if he was teasing her, which he should know she wouldn't like.
"I've been waiting a long time to see you. I want to look awhile first."
She applauded the sentiment, but couldn't he touch her first, then look later?
The camera came back up. She narrowed her eyes at him, not the least amused. "Evan, put that down."
He pressed the button, taking another picture. Halley felt her face burn, part embarrassment, part mortification that she liked what he was doing. He looked so pleased, so eager, that she changed her mind about rushing. They hadn't talked about tomorrow, and he had basically said today was it. One day to be with Evan, to let him explore her and to feel this fevered arousal.
It emboldened her. With a little smile, she ran her fingers through her hair and wet her lips.
Evan's breath caught. "Very sultry, sweet stuff. I like it."
He continued to look at her through the camera screen. "Now let's take your pants off."
"Why?" If he could tease, she could return the favor. She tossed him an innocent smile, arching her shoulders back and resting her hands on the back of her waist.
A little rough laugh ripped from him. "Why? Because I want to see your beautiful body, that's why."
He took a step toward her. "I want pictures of you naked, wanting me. Then I need your pants off so I can drive into you so long and hard you can't see straight."
Oh. That about summed it up then. Halley closed her eyes, need crashing over her, fiery desire making her body ache. Her breasts were heavy and tender, her nipples painful under his steady gaze.
She wanted to do this. She wanted to feel nothing but this passion for Evan, to sink into the past and the future blended together in this perfect moment of right now. No worries, no reality, nothing but the way Evan could strum and pluck her body until she was singing with satisfaction.
Eyes still screwed shut, she licked her already moist lips again. Hot breath spilled across her belly and his hands fell on her waist, brushing her hands aside. Startled, her eyes flew open and she watched Evan go down on his knees in front of her, setting the camera on the floor.
"Let me take them off for you," he said, before his tongue slid across her skin above her waistband. She shivered at the warm wet tickling sensation and reached for his shoulders.
His breath came faster. So did hers. When his tongue dipped into her belly button, hot desire shot through her, yanking a groan from her lips. His fingers fumbled at the clasp of her pants while he nipped at her skin, tasting around the edges of her navel, sliding up to nibble her side.
The top of his head brushed her breast, teasing her with light feathery strokes of his hair, first on the underside, then across her nipple. He continued to fumble with her pants,
his jerky movements tugging her a little left and right.
"Damn it," he said, his teeth clenched.
Halley tried to pull back away so she could hear him better, but he held her by the bunched front fabric of her pants. "What's the matter?"
"I can't get these freaking pants undone."
"There's a little hook and eye clasp, a metal thingie. See it?" Leave it to her to wear pants that were the modern-day version of the chastity belt.
A lesser man would have given up. Evan brushed away her fingers when she tried to help.
"No, I'll get it." The metal gave way with a pull that pretty much assured her he had torn the thread and the eye was now dangling from the hook, useless.
"Oops, sorry."
The pants didn't matter. What mattered was that she was burning with need and he wasn't doing anything about it.
He pressed a kiss onto her hipbone, his finger playing with the zipper of her pants, drawing it down then back up again. "Stupid thing was too small for a man's fingers. Not very user friendly."
It made her laugh, soft and low, as she ran her fingers across the top of his head, smoothing his unruly hair back into place. "They're women's pants, so men's fingers don't factor in. And user friendly is such a computer geek thing to say."
The zipper went all the way down, and stayed down. "Are you calling me a computer geek?"
His hot breath against her made her squeeze his shoulders. "If the software fits…"
A damp kiss fell onto her, the heat pouring through her sheer panties and right to the center of her desire.
"Evan," she moaned, rocking forward.
"Nice A drive," he murmured.
She would have laughed, but there was no chance. His mouth still on her panties, kissing and nibbling, Evan yanked her pants at the bottom and dragged them down to her thighs.
Halley couldn't bother to push them farther down, or move to step out of them. She was caught beneath Evan's mouth, lost in a desperate wave of longing, as she gasped under his assault and pushed his head hard against her.
Teeth grazed the gossamer fabric of her panties. He gripped the satin side straps with his hands, twisting them around his index fingers, pulling the fabric still caught in his mouth taut. Then before she could even react, he had ripped right through the front with a sharp jerk of his head.
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