Tangled Truth(12)

“Two years, really?” He skimmed his hands over her rib cage, brushing his thumbs along the edges of her small breasts and enjoying the tickle of her firmly pebbled nipples across his chest.

When he was standing and Eva was barefoot, he was just tall enough that she couldn’t kiss him unless he bent down. She tried, much to Drew’s delight, stretching up on her toes. He bypassed her mouth and went for her neck instead, and as he worried at the muscle below her ear, he finally gave into temptation and curled one hand over her breast. Her nipple hardened against his palm, and Drew reveled in the sigh that followed his fingers over the sensitive pink and white contours.

He still had jeans on, and they felt increasingly restrictive. Drew’s fingers met Eva’s over the zipper and they shared an awkward laugh. She looked chagrined, like a kid caught reaching for a forbidden cookie. Drew had to remind himself to keep his hands moving, to get the offending pants off. Only after he slid them down did he consider he might have kept his boxers on.

Too late, though, and they were both completely naked, which reduced his brain to little more than a placeholder in his skull.

“We should get under the covers, it’s freezing,” Eva said before he could reach for her. Drew followed her down the narrow hallway, delighted by the view.

Her bedroom was furnished in a cozy, traditional style with a four-poster bed and a quilt that looked antique. It surprised him. He’d expected sleek and modern, minimalist, like an art gallery. This, while not fussy, was decidedly old-fashioned, though the dark taupe paint and the few knickknacks scattered about made the room look more eclectic and artsy than it might have.

She was turning the covers down as neatly as she might for sleep, and Drew recognized the tension that had returned to her shoulders. Her narrow back was straight and stiff and turned directly his way.

“Two years is a long time. You nervous?” He stepped behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. So tempting to let his hands roam. He resisted as much as possible and was rewarded by the simple trust evident in Eva’s touch when she wrapped her hands over his forearms and pressed him closer.

“A little. I think I’m making decisions because I’m horny. Those are not usually the best decisions.”

Drew laughed and squeezed tighter, feeling every millimeter of contact between his skin and hers as a delicious, warm promise of things to come. “I’ll do my best to keep you from regretting it.”

His approach was more measured now than it had been in the living room. He wanted her anxiety gone, her senses engaged. He wanted to make her smile. So he mapped out a course with his hands, tracking every dip and rise he planned to cover later with his mouth. His fingers circled the spots his tongue would linger in the longest. When Eva arched into the gentle exploration, lifting her hands behind her to rest at his neck, Drew felt a sense of achievement he knew he really hadn’t earned yet.

But it was still so sweet, such a triumph, having this particular girl in his arms after all that unprecedented effort. And if he wanted her in more than his arms, wanted her knotted in place in his home with a rope she could never hope to untangle, he was aroused enough to ignore that desire in favor of something a little more conventional.

Eva turned, smiling, and pulled him onto the bed with her in a giggling heap. Giddy, out of his head with want, Drew rolled her under him in one smooth motion and held her hands as he pressed his hips down. His cock, rock hard and eager, caught against Eva’s pelvis and then snapped down to ride against her pussy. They both cried out at the hot friction, and it was all Drew could do not to push forward just that tiny bit, angle his thrust and enter her right then. Condom be damned, babies be damned.

He took her mouth instead, fucking it with his tongue until they were both breathless. Eva writhed against him, heels on his ass for leverage, groaning. When Drew realized she was pleasuring herself against his length, he almost came on the spot.

“Get the—”

“Condom.”

They spoke over each other, and laughed again as Drew reached for his jeans to retrieve the rubber from his wallet. Only one, which he replaced every few months if needed. He suddenly wondered why he didn’t carry more, a whole pack of emergency condoms, in case he found and desperately wanted to spend a whole weekend in bed with the hot girl of his dreams.

But they only had one, so they would have to make the most of it. Protection in place, Drew crawled back to his spot and tucked his hands under Eva’s shoulders, cradling her. She worked a hand between them, finding his cock and stroking it firmly.

“You don’t seem rusty at all,” he choked out. Her hand felt so much smaller than his own, so foreign. She pulled him at just the right speed, just the right intensity, and he saw stars when he closed his eyes. When he opened them, she was guiding him to her pussy, rubbing his tip inside her.