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.
"Ohmigod." She threw back her head and swallowed hard, want pulsing between her thighs where she was swollen and moist with need.
This was Evan. Her best friend.
Tearing her underwear off her.
"Sorry, I ripped these too," he murmured into her thigh.
"S'okay," she managed to pant.
A cool breeze rushed across her as he leaned back, away from her. She stepped out of her pants and shoved them aside. He returned with the camera and a wicked grin.
"Oh, no. Don't you dare." Alarmed at the thought of herself naked on camera, Halley started to edge to the side.
Evan's thumb slipped through her sacrificial panties and circled her clitoris. She ground to a halt.
"Don't take any pictures of this." Her words were unnecessary, since Evan's hand had gone slack again as he concentrated on stroking her, and the only view through the camera was his country beige carpet.
"But it's so nice looking." His lips tickled her inner thighs as his thumb moved around and around until she was dizzy and weak with desire.
Then his thumb slid inside her, and back out, wetting her clitoris with the dampness of her arousal. Halley felt her legs wobble as she groaned.
"I think I'm going to fall down."
"Back up." His thumb went back to its seductive circles, while his tongue started trailing across her inner thigh.
He was insane if he thought she could move. "I can't. My legs don't work."
He glanced up. She didn't trust that gleam in his eye.
A large rough hand landed flat on her belly. Then he pushed her.
Halley stumbled backward and landed flat on her back on his bed. As she thrust her tangled and eagle-spread legs together, she rationalized this was another time she should be grateful for her midsized breasts. A larger woman would have a black eye right now.