"This isn't funny," she said, trying to pull herself up again, but unable to because he held each leg against the bed.
"I'm not trying to be funny. I'm very serious." He studied her inner thighs, stroking above her knees with his thumbs to relax her.
He could feel the heat from her, smell the musky dampness of her arousal, and his gut cramped into painful desire. He blew onto her lightly from just a few inches away. She twitched.
"I'm as serious as that Cupid was," he murmured.
She made a sound that could have been a gasp, a smothered laugh, or a moan. It almost sounded to his eager ears as if she were having an orgasm. She wasn't, of course, but the sound made his blood go south.
Evan swallowed hard, leaning in and running the pad of his thumb across her plump clitoris then down into the dewy heat below. His thumb sank inside her, and she pulled him in, clenching on with tight muscles.
Holy hell, she felt good. He closed his eyes for a second, feeling her skin pulse around him, and listening to her breathy little moans of pleasure.
He couldn't get enough of those moans.
"What is that?" she asked, spreading her knees farther, the movement urging him to sink deeper.
"The bottom of my thumb." Evan buried his face in her thigh, breathing in her scent deeply. Then he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, his thumb still deep inside.
Halley let out a wild cry and suddenly her fingers yanked his hair hard, jerking him back. So hard, water popped up into his eyes. It was a good sign. Evan laughed at her response and pulled his thumb out.
"Don't stop!"
"I'm just getting started."
Evan loved to look at her, to see her swollen pink folds in front of him, aching and throbbing for his touch. She moved with quick jerky movements, wiggling down farther, trying to entice him to touch her.
He was happy to oblige.
With his tongue, he tasted her, running up and down each side, swirling over her clitoris before finally sliding down the middle. He gave a long teasing probe deep inside, then pulled back.
"Put it back," Halley panted.
Evan was drowning, his control shredding under her desperate and vocal need. Halley was aggressive, intent on getting what she wanted. It was that part of her that made her sue-cessful in her business, and mixed with her loyalty and her kindness, it made her all the more fantastic to him.
She was everything he liked in a woman.
He liked giving her pleasure. And if he could keep himself from exploding in his boxer shorts, he could enjoy it a little longer.
So he continued to tease her with his tongue. Gliding lightly up and down, skirting her clitoris, never going deep enough to satisfy her, but brushing with a feathery touch of his mouth.
Halley's legs thrashed, her hand clawed at his shoulders, and she made alternating sounds of ecstasy and agony.
"I want you inside me. Now." The words came out harsh and nonnegotiable.
Evan paused. Then he looked up at her, met her glazed eyes over the length of her flushed body, and said, "Really? I couldn't tell."
In spite of his holding her legs over the edge of the bed, she managed to sit up. She scooted forward, toward him, a dangerous gleam in her eye.
He was in for it now.
He couldn't wait.
It wasn't long in coming. She shoved on his chest, her fingers gripping the dusting of hair there, tugging on him until he felt the sharp jerks of stinging pain.
Then she was in his lap. All of her. Every warm, wet, pink, flushed, salty inch of her. A nipple was tantalizingly in front of his mouth. He reached for it.
She jerked back, head arched, voice insistent. "No. No more playing. I want you inside me."
"Yes, ma'am." He wasn't about to argue with the Naked Caterer. Not when it would be so much fun to give her what she wanted.
Her arms locked around his neck, and her breasts brushed across his chest. Evan shifted and settled her down in his lap more comfortably. Her hot little mound was pressing against the base of his cock, making him sweat with need.
He was still wearing his shorts, but was loath to let her go even long enough to shuck his clothes. Yet there was a more urgent concern about what he wasn't wearing.
The tangy taste of her still hovered in his mouth and he wiped at his moist lips. "Someone needs to stand up and get a condom."
For a second, he thought she was going to tell him to hell with the condom. Panicked alarm skittered through him.
He should have known better. Halley wasn't stupid.
She sighed. "Damn. Where are they?"
"Nightstand." His voice was a relieved croak. He was mature, he had control, but hell, how was he supposed to stay strong against the temptation of sliding into Halley skin on skin?
It was like waving steak and dried kibbles in front of a dog and telling him to choose.
No, that wasn't right. Making love to Halley wouldn't be anything like dried kibbles, condom or not.
She disentangled herself and went over to the nightstand while he ditched the rest of his clothes. In a minute she was back, with not one condom, not even two. But four condoms.
His body hummed in anticipation while his brain froze. Who was this woman? His best friend, naked, with a handful of condoms.
Damn, he liked it.
Reaching for her, he felt a strange thickness inside his gut area.
He loved Halley. Of course he'd always known that. But it felt different now, more intimate and satisfying.
She slid into his lap as if she belonged there, as if they had done this dozens of times before. Evan dropped a kiss onto her shoulder, trailing his tongue across her salty skin as she rolled the condom onto him.
He nuzzled into her neck and stared up at her, tenderness mixing with passion.
"What?" she said as her fingers finished their task and she looked up.
"Nothing." He shook his head and smiled.
Did she even know what was happening here? That this had become way more than just sex and had nothing to do with hackers or websites or work?
This was about them, moving from friends to lovers and eventually to more.
She didn't see it now. But by the end of this, when she was sore and satisfied, boneless and carefree, he would explain it to her.
It might take some convincing, but he had every intention of having more than one day with Halley.
Evan was looking at her strangely, like she'd gone and grown a third nipple. As if he was simultaneously horrified and yet intrigued by the possibilities.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She didn't expect an answer, and she didn't get one.
Not an honest one, anyway.
He smiled and said, "You're beautiful."
Evan's arms were around her, pulling her forward against him. Her chest molded to his, and she had her legs wrapped around his waist.
It put her right flush against his erection, and the press of him right on her soft spot was deliciously distracting. She didn't pursue the conversation. Evan could look at her any way he damn well pleased as long as he did it while inside her.
"Come here." Evan urged her forward, with a hand on the back of her head. "Taste yourself on me."
He gave her a drawn-out, languid kiss, teasing his tongue past hers. The musky taste in his mouth was from her, she knew. From her desire for him.
Yanking her head back, she moaned, "Evan, please."
"Please, what?" Evan's thumb ran across her bottom lip and she could smell the rich scent of her body there as well. "Take out my garbage? Hack the Three Commandos? Fuck you senseless?"
"The last one." Without thought, she pulled his finger into her mouth and sucked. Her eyes drifted closed and she started to bump against his penis. She was losing her patience here. How could he just sit there naked with her and maintain his control?
Halley felt close to howling.
"Fuck you senseless, okay, I can do that."
Nipping his finger, she let go of it. "Today,
not next year."
Then Halley lifted herself and joined them, with a quick downward thrust.
Now the moan came from him.
Followed by a matching cry from her. He was big, filling every inch of her, reaching nearly to her throat, so deep she wasn't sure she could take him. But she would find a way to take him. She leaned against his chest and sucked in air, adjusting to the fit, thrilling over the feel of him inside her.
She had wanted this for so long. Too damn long.
His hands caressed her back with a tenderness that brought unexplained longing to her. Ignoring it, she closed her mouth around his taut small nipple and sucked, luxuriating in the throbbing of his penis inside her, vibrating her with pleasure.
"I love doing this with you," he said, his hand dipping down below her back to her behind, sliding into the crevice between her cheeks.
A shudder went through her.
She held on to his shoulders and sat back a little, spreading her legs wider to encourage him to move. Evan did. Dropping his hands to her waist, he thrust up, pitching her forward with the power of his motion.
Then he pulled back and she sank back down a little. Another thrust, and she was up again, gripping his shoulders and biting her lip.
Then down, and she was crying out from the loss. Back and forth, over and over, he filled her, then took away, his movements a taunting fulfillment, yet not enough to satisfy.
She wanted more, something, what she didn't know.
His short fingernails were digging in to her side, his hands squeezing her flesh. "Sweet stuff."
The silly nickname sounded strange, out of place, but oddly in tune with what they were doing and the way she was feeling. He said it like an endearment, and she took pleasure in that. In everything.
He slowed his own thrust, and urged her with his hands on her waist to take over, to slide up and down on him. Bending her knees for leverage, Halley lifted herself, sank back. Sweat started trickling between her breasts from exertion and pleasure, and she tossed her hair out of her eyes.
"Why did you stop, Evan? Is something wrong?" She felt very erotic and free, as if she had nothing better to do than sit on Evan's cock and fuck the day away.
It felt so damn good she could see the temptation to do just that every day. But they could talk about that later.
Right now, there was only she and Evan, and this wonderful feeling that pulsed and jerked through every inch of her sensitized body. There was only now.
And now she was going to enjoy every second of being with him.
"Nothing's wrong. Not at all. Just wanted to see you do a little work," he said, breathing hard.
His grip on her was so tight, Halley knew she would have bruises tomorrow. But she didn't care. She wanted his mark on her, proof of his desperate desire.
Halley bent her head over again, this time sneaking a peek, watching herself. Watching her go down on the length of Evan's shaft, taking him into her, covering his skin with hers.
"Oh," she moaned.
"Like that view?"
"Yes."
"It looks good from my way too." He shuddered, his eyes fixed down below her waist. "So good, I'm going to come."
Triumph surged through her, surprising her. She had never taken a man's orgasm personally before. But then she'd never been moving on Evan, and this time everything was personal.
There was one shot at this. One time, now, today, to get this right.
She wanted this, she was entitled to this moment of safe, pure freedom with a man she both trusted and cared about more than anyone else.
A man who pleasured her like no other guy before.
"Good," she told him as she felt the first shudders of his orgasm ripping through him. "I think I'll come with you."
Then Halley couldn't speak as she broke over him, her head arched back and her hands on his shoulders. He was deep inside her, and their shudders and pulsing bodies blended and fed off one another.
Halley made a sound she'd never heard from her mouth before, a bizarre wail that reminded her of tornado warning sirens. Then as the pulsing throbs receded, she dropped against his chest and laughed softly, amused with herself, her thoughts, her body, and Evan.
She felt fabulous. No wonder she had been craving Evan for months. Her body must have known instinctively that he would be incredible.
He dropped a kiss on her sweaty head. "Are you laughing at me?" he teased her with a low growl. "I don't think my performance deserved to be laughed at."
Evan was still firmly inside her, her breasts still flush against his chest. His lips were inches from hers, his hard sweaty forehead locking her head in place.
"Not at all. It's a 'Damn, that felt good' laugh."
The kiss he gave her was deep and possessive. "Good. You want some more?"
There was more? She shivered in anticipation. But she felt compelled to say, "Are you sure? Maybe we should quit while we're ahead."
"Where would the fun be in that?" He scoffed at her, running his hands through her damp hair.
Stricken with a conscience a bit after the fact, Halley still felt the need to say something. "Well, you know, this isn't what friends normally do, and I don't want to push. And what if… we don't like it?"
It was time to close her mouth, before something even more absurd rolled out. Halley bit her lip.
Evan pulled his head back, frowning, and slid out of her. She gave a sigh at the loss, both physical and emotional. She wasn't sure which was worse and she was annoyed at herself. The man gave her a couple of orgasms and she had morphed into a sappy love-struck idiot. Who wanted to talk, of all things. And was having disturbing visions of a relationship.
She commanded herself to knock off the needy babbling and focus on the here and now.
Evan had removed the condom and rolled on a new one while she had conducted her mental self-help seminar.
Without preamble, he thrust back into her. "Do you like this? Do you like it when I fuck you?"
"Oh. Yes." She was still wet and aching, and his thrust ripped her thoughts out of the uncertain future and into the present. Where having him inside her just felt fabulous.
Evan bent his knees and wrapped his arms around her. In one impressive lurch, he stood up, their bodies still joined. "Not on the floor this time, though."
They could do it on broken glass for all she cared. "Standing?" she asked, dropping her legs down to the carpet, forcing him deeper inside her.
"Good idea." Evan gave a slow thrust.
Halley had the sudden idea that this would make a great shot with the camera. "Do we… have all the pictures we need? You know, for the hacking we're going to be doing? Not that I want pictures of this on the website, but you know… the other things. We took." Shut up, she commanded herself.
"Any pictures we take will be just for our pleasure, sweet stuff."
His hands on her ass, holding her in place as he softly moved inside her, he gave her a sly smile. "Besides, taking pictures of you for the website was just a plot to get you naked."
She had suspected as much. Halley found she didn't give a damn. "Oh, shoot, and here I really wanted to see my breasts online."
Evan groaned. "Well, we still can if you want."
Straining on her tiptoes, Halley gripped his shoulders and shook her head. My, oh my, this felt good.
"That's okay. I don't care about the stupid hackers anymore."
The strange thing was, she meant it. The website wasn't important. Revenge wasn't important. Just being with Evan. Just this feeling that nothing was more right than being with him, naked, pleasuring each other.
He still moved inside her with slow, steady thrusts, only now his eyes held hers. She blinked once, licked her lips, and still he stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable.
Finally he said, "Damn, am I dreaming?"
Any reservations still buried deep in Halley fled at the wonder in his voice. It was the same words he'd spoken to her just hours earlier, then in a teasing flir
tatious voice. Now he looked as stunned and bewildered as she felt.
"Why would you say that?"
"Because I can't believe that I could be lucky enough to have you as a friend and as a lover."
Halley didn't know what to say, and the myriad of emotions crashing through her were confused and jumbled. But she could show him how she felt. She moaned and gripped his back to show approval.
Then without warning he stopped moving.
She dropped to the balls of her feet, her calf muscles straining from standing on her toes for so long. She was no ballerina and ten seconds away from intense muscle cramping.
"Why are you stopping?" She pushed herself against him, giving a little whimper as he sank deeper into her.
He laughed softly. "To tease you."
It was working.
Then he started thrusting again, harder and faster this time, lifting her back up onto her toes and driving the air from her lungs.
"I love you, Halley."
A cry flew out of her mouth as an orgasm built inside her, her passion blending with confusion as their sweat-slick bodies touched each other.
"Evan." She wanted to believe him. There was nothing she had ever wanted quite as much.
But it wasn't that simple. Or maybe it could be.
"Do you love me?" he whispered into her ear, his hot breath tickling her.
There was no way to lie, nowhere to hide, not with him holding her in his arms and his body making her feel as if she could rip apart.
"Yes."
He swallowed the word as she spoke it, covering her mouth in a crushing kiss of possession.
There, she'd done it. Told him the truth, exposed herself to pain and loss if this didn't work out. But those thoughts were shoved resolutely to the back of her mind as she tasted Evan, slipped her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his smooth warm neck.
If this was a mistake, she was going to enjoy it while she could.
Evan urged, "Let me feel you come."
And so she did.
Chapter Seven
Halley left Evan in bed, making an adorable little snuffling snoring sound, and went over to his dresser. She pulled out a pair of his boxer shorts and stepped into them. After dragging one of his T-shirts on over her unruly hair, she went down the hall to the kitchen, walking softly so she wouldn't wake him.
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