Her back arches, and she lets out a keening noise. Fucking hell, how am I supposed to not come here and now when she does that? Lifting my head, I grit my teeth and slowly pull my finger out of her. I draw it between her breasts, leaving a wet trail.

“Please,” she whispers, her eyes thin slits of gold. A shudder goes through her and she shifts restlessly. “Please, Micah.”

“Say it,” I say, my voice hoarse with need. “What do you want?”

She bites her lip, and it’s driving me crazy. I stroke her clit, pressing down, and she makes a breathless sound that goes straight to my cock and pulls my balls tight.

“Say it, Ev.” I lean over her and lick one caramel nipple. “Say it.”

“I want you.” She’s as breathless as I am.

“How?”

“Inside me.” Her voice is a sob. “Please.”

Christ. I fumble with the drawer of the bedside table and fish inside for my box of condoms. I rip the package with my teeth and pull the damn thing on, jaw clenched and counting in my head to stop myself from coming.

I’m right there, on the edge. Just the knowledge it’s Ev lying beneath me, asking me to pleasure her, is enough to make me lose control.

Glancing up, I find her eyes on me, full of desire and trust, and shit, I can’t hold back a second longer. I grab my dick and nudge against her entrance. One push and I’m inside her, and holy fuck, it’s mind-blowing. I lower myself over her and kiss her as I shove my cock deeper. She groans in my mouth, and I swallow the sound as I pull out a little and drive back inside her, my eyes all but rolling up in pleasure.

I can’t get enough of this, I realize. Of her. Can’t get enough of her. Fuck.

The realization goes through me like lightning, a flash of fear, and my heart pounds harder. But it’s not enough to make me stop or even slow down. If anything, I want her more than ever. Need her more than ever.

Shit. Fuck. Dammit. I slam into her faster and faster, drinking the mewling sounds she produces, grinding my hips against hers, needing to feel her, feel her come all around me. Feel she needs me just as much.

I break the kiss to gasp for air. “Don’t let go,” I whisper, and why the fuck am I asking her that? I don’t even know what I want to say.

But she drags her nails down my back and whispers back, “I won’t.”

Layers upon layers of meaning pile up between our words—or is it just me, thinking I read between the lines?

I slam into her harder, faster still, staring into her eyes, caught in them, our panting breaths filling the room. I love the way she moves with me, the way she trusts me to touch her, fill her, make her come, the way she says my name. Love the fact she came to look for me, that she stayed with me, that she met me move for move. I love—

Shut up, I snarl silently, and the stupid voice in my head falls silent.

I don’t love. I don’t do emotions. I know better than that.

To silence my thoughts I slam into her harder. Bending, I take one of her nipples in my mouth, licking and sucking. Her head falls back, and she presses her breast to me, but I switch to the other and bite her nipple gently. She clenches around me, hard, and my cock spasms. I lift my head and hiss, feeling the first wave of pleasure roll inside me, sharp like pain, shooting from my balls to the tip of my cock.

“Ev,” I mouth her name as all air leaves my lungs, and my hips snap, trying to bury my dick deeper inside her.

A soft cry escapes her, and she moves with me, meeting my thrusts, squeezing me in her velvet vise until the pleasure draws me under and teases my vision with black.

I come with a choked shout, calling her name, and she comes with me, holding me inside her, not letting me go. Coming with me all the way.

Damn, she’s amazing. Never felt this way before. Don’t wanna pull out. Don’t wanna disconnect from her. I was so wrong. She’s not part of the picture. She is the picture, and I...

I feel happy.

Oh, crap. Jesus, Micah. What the hell were you thinking?

Yeah, I know. I’ve got it bad for this girl. So sue me. See if I fucking care.

Chapter Eight

Evangeline

Staring into Micah’s bright blue eyes, I struggle to find my way back down to earth. What he does to me is mind-blowing, how he plays with my body and draws out sensations I never imagined, and his smile… A little crooked, wide, sexy. Beautiful. It brings all sorts of unexpected feelings to the surface. A bit of joy, a bit of fear, a bit of panic and a whole lot of desire. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so much before. This need to touch him all over, kiss him, feel him…

Weak sunlight filters through the window, and I frown. I feel like there’s something I’m forgetting…

Crap, it’s morning. My parents and Joel must be frantic, not knowing where I was last night.

Micah mirrors my frown. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I smile, his concern making me feel warm. “No, I’m fine. Got to text Joel, though, let him know I’m all right.”

“Who’s Joel?” The blue of Micah’s eyes darkens.

Wait. He’s jealous? I laugh and splay my hand on his muscled chest. “Wouldn’t you want to know?”

“Ev…” There’s confusion in his gaze now, the blue shot with gray. He has such expressive eyes.

“Joel is my brother.”

He searches my face, and his gaze slowly clears. His grin returns. “Really?”

“I swear.”

“On what?”

“On your mighty cock.” I clap a hand over my mouth. What’s come over me?

“Jesus, girl. You are something.” He laughs quietly, and I’ve found my new favorite sound. Deep and rumbling, it wraps around me like his warm body, pushing away my worries and fears.

I laugh, too. “Sorry.”

“What for? I think my boy never had such an honor.” He sits back, slipping out of me. I twitch at the odd sensation and watch as he pulls off the condom and ties it off. “In fact,” he says, “I think my boy here wants to thank you.”

And sure enough, he’s hardening again as I watch, and heat gathers between my legs. Okay, what’s this—am I turning in to nymphomaniac or something?

He clucks his tongue, and I raise my eyes to find him looking right at me. He knows I was looking at his cock, which is now standing semi-erect, rising against his taut stomach. He’s so handsome, strong and ripped, all lean muscle and sinew. I reach for him, and the blues in his eyes shift again—ever-changing like the sky.

“Your cell,” he says, and it takes me a moment to process his words or the fact he’s now holding my phone in his hand.

How…? Oh, right. I had the cell in the pocket of my pants. Joel is always bugging me to keep it in my purse.

Joel. Shit. I reach for the phone, and Micah tugs on it as I try to take it, his grin widening. He’s playing with me, and it makes me feel giddy and hot. Finally, he relinquishes his hold, and I check my messages.

Ten from Mom, demanding to know where I am and saying she will call the cops if I don’t answer. All from last night. One text from Joel, saying Mom is going crazy, asking if he knows where I am, and where the hell am I anyway?

I wince. What if she called the cops already? I hate this, making them worry and not having the freedom to do a crazy thing like staying over at a guy’s place without the police looking for me. I really should move out. I’m nineteen, after all.

I call Mom first, and she replies on the second ring. “Evie? Oh my God, baby, I was so concerned something happened to you!” She sounds so relieved I feel guiltier than ever.

“Didn’t you get my text about staying overnight at a friend’s?”

“And that makes it all right? You didn’t even say which friend, and I called several but nobody knew—”

“You did what?” Mortified, I glance at Micah, who’s half-lying in all his naked and aroused glory next to me. “Mom, I’m an adult. You have to stop doing that.”