Emerge (Evolve Series #1)(33)

Of course this is going to confuse us even more, make the distance more harsh, but I’ll be damned if I can stop myself now. My

chest heaves with my rapid breaths, my body writhing as I pull him even closer to me. “Do something before I go crazy,” I pout

achingly.

His chuckle is light as his hand finds the spot where I need him most, pulling my panties to the side. One of his long fingers runs

tentatively down my center and a tremor shoots through me. His mouth moves along my throat in open, wet caresses. “Being with you,

Laney, nothing compares. Nothing ever will, my love.”

I grab him around the neck and pull his mouth to mine, kissing him with an uncontrolled fervor. His fingers move soft and slow,

exploring me. That wicked tongue of his skims the shell of my ear, sending tremors to my core where his hand plays.

“You good, baby girl?” he breathes out. “Never been better; don’t stop.”

He continues his mastery of my body, his thumb pressing the perfect spot, until I begin to shudder uncontrollably, devouring every

inch of his mouth with my burning tongue. Within seconds, an ungodly moan rips from me as he takes me to heights I didn’t know

existed.

I finally break our kiss to catch my breath, the mad fluttering in my thighs taking a minute to settle. Once my heartbeat returns

to normal, I gently push him onto his back. “Let me love you.”

Pushing up his t-shirt, I kiss along his stomach and abs, licking every distinct line. His muscles tighten and ripple with every

touch of my mouth, his breathing deep and anguished. When I’ve tasted every inch of his torso, I bestow sweet kisses down to the

waist of his jeans. With my eyes locked boldly on his, I unbutton his pants. He lifts his hips to help me pull them, and his tight

gray briefs, down.

Tossing them aside without a care in the world, I stare down at his bulging erection. His hand strokes my hair and I feel his eyes

on me. Studying me? Memorizing this to replay in his dreams while we’re apart? Knowing he’s watching, I seductively nip my way

back up the inside of his thigh, basking in the sounds he makes. His hands tighten on my hips as he groans out my name, spurring me

on. I have no idea where I got my moves, it’s coming so naturally. I want to make him feel good and just go with my instincts,

next running my tongue the length of his hardness.

“Oh God, Laney, yes.” His fingers dig into my scalp, moving my veil of hair back from my face. “I have to see you,” he says,

his voice throaty and virile. I move my mouth down over him, exploring with my tongue. When I’ve tested and teased him enough, I

take in as much of him as I can. Obviously no expert, my reflex tells me when I’ve gone far enough and I immediately train myself

to breathe through my nose and relax.

This feels...erotic. Having him in my mouth, feeling him twitch in excitement, feels as good to me as I hope it does to him. One

hand on his thigh to brace myself, I feel his muscles flex and I run my nails roughly up and down. Wrapping a hand around the rest

of his long, thick length that I can’t love with my mouth, his hand joins mine. He shows me exactly what he wants; fast and hard.

“Oh sweet damn, Laney, that is so good.” His voice trembles just like his body. I look up at him and he’s staring back down at

me with genuine love, silently telling me what this, between us, means. His hand runs through my hair. “Lil bit harder, baby.”

His suggestive words empower me and I show him what he does to me. I put as much love and want into my sensual discovery of him as

possible. Soon he growls out, “I’m close, Laney, ah...p-pull back, baby.”

But I don’t move away. I take all he has to give me.

He’s even sexy when he pulls up his jeans and crouches down, pulling me back with him to the blanket. One hand draws lazy swirls

on my belly as his erratic breathing settles. “You’re so amazing,” he whispers as I lay my head on his chest.

“So are you, Ev. I really needed today,” I sigh.

“The thought of being apart again is killing me, Laney. I don’t know if I can do this.”

Hot tears begin to fall; I know too well what he means. We just loved each other. It felt so right, but very soon this euphoria

will be gone and ice cold misery will replace it. We both already feel it coming and it’s been mere minutes. Why is life so tough?

“I’m having a really hard time too, Evan,” I choke out. “It’s like I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. I’m lonely and

miss you terribly, but that wouldn’t change if you were mine. You’d still be so far away and then I’d just have to add guilt if

I had fun without you. I suspect you’re dealing with the same thing?” I peer up at him questioningly.

“I know exactly how you feel, precious girl.” He kisses the top of my head. “We’ve never been more than a stone’s throw apart.

It’s going to be different and it sucks.”

“It’s not just that. I’ve met a few fun people, most are guys, and I feel like I’m doing something wrong. Then I wonder what

you’re doing and it eats away at me, Evan.” I plead to him silently, tell me the answer, Evan.