she whimpered. Begging him to just give himself to her.
Once and for all.
Throat quivering, he slid his palm higher up her leg.
That connection raced.
Spun and sped.
He slipped his hand all the way up under her skirt.
That was right when his restraint turned into a long moan. “Shit . . . Frankie. Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”
“I figured you’d want me only in this skirt. It is your favorite, isn’t it?” she mouthed right up close to his lips.
She put on the short pink tutu that she normally wore with leggings underneath.
Not tonight.
“Yes.” The word was a breath, and he was reaching around to grip her by the bare bottom.
Tingles flashed.
That severity flared.
And Frankie was shaking like crazy when she reached up and pulled off her shirt.
She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.
“Shit,” Evan hissed, and he was gripping her ass tighter.
She slowly climbed onto his lap.
Evan watched her like he was the one receiving the gift.
But this was what they both deserved.
To be each other’s treasure.
Their breaths mingled and their hearts hammered and Frankie was so nervous she thought she was gonna pass out.
Getting brave, she let her fingertips trace down his abdomen. God, she loved the way he reacted, the way his muscles ticked at her touch and the way he inhaled a jagged breath when she flicked the button of his jeans.
She thought he might protest, but she saw all the reservations drain out of his eyes and hunger fill them instead.
He lifted a fraction to help her nudge his jeans and underwear down his thighs, the pants jutting from his mouth hard and shallow.
He gripped her by both sides of the waist.
Fingers burrowing into her flesh.
“Frankie . . . what are you doing to me?”
“What you did to me a long time ago.”
Tension bound between them.
Pressing and pulsing and suffocating.
Turbulence a shock that quivered through every cell in her body.
Because Evan was bare below her, and he was fumbling around in the drawer of the end table beside him and producing a condom. She knew he’d have them. He always did. Something his doctor had impressed upon him. That he was always prepared.
He ripped into it and, a second later, he was rolling it down his hard length that was so much bigger than she’d anticipated.
Her daddy had always told her she needed a good dose of fear, but she didn’t want to feel a lick of it right then, and she was leaning up so she could mouth the words down at Evan.
Asking him to hold them.
To hold her.
To take care of her.
“You are my favorite, Evan.”
“You know that you’re mine.”
“I saved myself for you,” she barely forced out.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, those eyes so sincere. So real and open. Exposing everything she’d wanted to see. “I know, Unicorn Girl. I know. I wouldn’t even have known how to be with someone else than you.”
E-V-A-N.
“I love you, Frankie.”
Nodding frantically, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on with all her might as he positioned himself between her trembling thighs.
His hands were back on her hips, and he was slowly guiding her to sink down on top of him. Heat seared her to the core, too hot and too full and all wrong and just right, and oh God, she really was gonna cry. She pressed her face into his neck as he seated himself way down deep inside of her.
His hands were in her hair, tugging her back, forcing her to look at him.
And he didn’t say he was sorry because she knew neither of them were. She knew he just needed to see her face, to hear her as he guided her to move.
It was choppy at first. She thought maybe both of them were shocked. Overcome. Just . . . feeling the other.
Evan seemed to catch on really quick. “Frankie, oh fuck . . . shit. You feel so good. So good.” He mumbled it as he started to move in these erratic juts.
Quick, desperate urges of his body.
They were gasping and gripping and clutching the other.
Their mouths open. Lips barely touching as they watched each other.
And it was short and fast and the most intense thing she’d ever experienced.
She didn’t come, and that was so perfectly fine with her because Carly had already warned her it wasn’t going to be great the first time, and she still thought it was the most wonderful thing she’d ever done.
Then she was learning a whole new level of wonderful when Evan kissed