How to Save a Life(65)

I stroked her hair as she clung to me. Her tense, tight body relaxed into mine. Fitting with me. A perfect mesh of flesh and bone.

She drew her head back to look at me in the dark. I heard her breath catch in a tremulous intake of breath.

“I want to kiss you, Evan. Do you want to kiss me?”

“More than anything,” I said, in love with her brave honesty. “But if I kiss you I won’t want to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop. Have you still never…?”

I nodded, hard and aching for her. “I’ve been locked up. And when I got out, all I wanted to do was find you.”

“You found me,” she said, pressing her body tighter to mine. “I don’t know how, but you did.” Her hands slipped around the back of my neck. Her fingers played in my hair, then slid around to my jaw and along the edge of my mouth. Her soft eyes followed the trail of her fingertips, an intimate reacquainting.

“Kiss me, Evan. Please. Please…”

I gently laid my lips on hers, intent on taking it slow. But Jo’s mouth parted for mine. A little gasp in her throat and that’s all it took for my restraint to burn to ash. We fell into each other, a tangle of arms and legs, greedy kisses and hands seizing back the four years stolen from us.

My hands surged into her hair, angling her head into my kiss. I wanted to devour her. Her tongue stroked mine and her teeth grazed my lips. Her hands moved down my chest, over my abdomen, down to stroke my aching erection.

“No, wait.” I captured her wrists and pressed them on the pillow above her head. “I’ll never last.”

“I don’t care. This is for you.”

“The hell it is. It’s for us. We’ve waited too long.”

“Turn on the light,” she whispered. “I want you to see everything.”

I clicked on the lamp and groaned at the sight of her dark, damp hair fanned over the pillow, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth parted. Her lips were red and swollen from my kisses.

“Slow,” I said, more for myself than for her.

I moved my mouth down her throat, kissing a path along her warm, soft skin. I unbuttoned her shirt—my shirt—enough to lift it over her head. Then her breasts, small and perfect, were in my hands. Solid, real flesh, not a fantasy to keep me going in prison. A low moan issued from deep in my chest. She shuddered and arched into me as I bent to kiss a hard nipple. I teased and sucked at it, then moved to the other. Her hands made fists in my hair as I bit to the threshold of pleasure and pain, then soothed the sweet ache with my tongue.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I said hoarsely, resting my forehead between her breasts to catch my breath. “You’re so f*cking beautiful. And mine.”

“Yes,” she whispered with no breath at all. “Yours…all yours.”

I reared back on my knees, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach and over her underwear. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and tugged them off her hips.

“Four years,” I murmured, flicking my tongue over her. “Four years I’ve waited to taste you again.”

She moaned as I spread her open gently and moved in, sucking and licking her sweetness. She propped herself on her elbows to watch me, then fell back writhing. Her hips rose and fell against my mouth. I was relentless. One crashing orgasm hit my tongue, then another. I would have kept going but she reached down to clutch my wrists.

“God, Evan, no more… I can’t…”

“Come here.”

I rolled to my back and pulled her toward me. Up and onto me. She straddled my hips, her wetness sliding over my boxers and nestling my erection. I pressed one hand to her cheek, the other at the small of her back, wanting to slow down and savor this, make it last. She pulled my t-shirt off and laid her hands gently on either side of my chest. The frenetic energy between us simmered.

She bent down, kissing me. Her breath hot in my ear. “How do you want me?”

“Like this. Facing me. I want to look up and watch you come. And I want to kiss you the whole time.”

I pulled her mouth to mine, my tongue looking for hers. My other hand slid down her breasts and stomach to where her thighs were spread. I slipped two fingers into that wet heat and she cried out to my mouth as I groaned back into hers.

“Jesus,” I gasped, fighting for control as the need became unbearable. “You feel so f*cking good…”

Her head tilted back. My mouth sucked at her throat while my fingers stroked her to another release. I wanted to give her everything, make it as good as possible, because I didn’t think I’d last long. Already I was losing control.

“I need you, Evan. Now. Please…”

She stripped off my boxers, her gaze hungry and appreciative, roving up and down my body.

“I need a condom,” I said, cursing myself for leaving them in the bathroom. The ten seconds it would take to get them was too long.

Jo shook her head, her hair spilling down over her pale skin. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I promise. In the hospital, they tested me…”

“I believe you,” I said, my heart pounding even harder at what she was telling me. “Is that what you want?”

“I want you to feel everything,” she said. “And I want to feel everything. Skin to skin. I want to feel you come inside me.”