She had beautiful skin, paler than it had been in their younger years. It was clear she wasn’t lying out in the sun the way she did then, which had probably helped preserve the softness he felt beneath his fingers. Kendall gave soft moans of encouragement as he dug in and rubbed with a fair amount of pressure. She stiffened slightly when he crossed over her panty line and cupped her backside, but once he started to massage her rounded cheeks, she relaxed again.
“I should be weirded out by that, but it feels too good to object.”
“Why would it be weird? It’s just another muscle, and I’ve touched it before. Many times.” Evan ran his hands over her panties, kneading very lightly. “Remember those skirts you used to wear? The little short denim ones? I loved those. It was so easy to just sneak my hand under there and touch your ass. And then I got cocky and started fingering you every chance I got . . . in the car, at the park, in the movies.”
He was getting hard just remembering it. He had gotten off on getting Kendall off.
“That’s why I wore them all the time,” she said, her voice slumberous yet sexy. “After the first time you got me off that way, I ran out and spent my whole savings buying four more of them.”
Evan paused. “Are you serious?” That was seriously, seriously hot, and he suddenly had a full-fledged erection to prove it.
“I’m totally serious. I was a horny little thing.” She twisted her head a little to look back at him. “I never thought to question why you were always so willing to do that for me when I never gave it back. That really wasn’t fair of me.”
Running his hands inside her panties, he drifted to the center and low with his index finger, turned on by the idea of turning her on the way he used to. “I enjoyed it. And I was a horny thing, too. I think it was still always a little shocking to me that you were willing to let me have sex with you. I would have done anything to express gratitude.”
“Gratitude, huh? I think there was plenty of mutual pleasure going around. It always amazed me that you could barely touch me and I was going crazy.”
He liked the sound of that. Slipping his finger between her cheeks, he rounded the curve and teased at her entrance, not touching her so much as hinting that he might. Her hips rose slightly off the bed in invitation.
But instead of giving her what she wanted, Evan pulled back and removed her panties, taking them all the way down her legs, bending over so his mouth was close to her flesh, but not touching. He drank in the scent of her skin, still warm from her nap, free of lotions and other mysterious products. She just smelled like . . . Kendall.
She sighed again.
And again her hips lifted slightly off the bed.
Evan ignored the invitation. He returned to her back, massaging right above her pert backside, wanting to touch her, but wanting to tease more. Her shoulders had tensed and her teeth were worrying her bottom lip. Evan moved farther away from her ass, up to those clenched muscles. She didn’t relax one bit, so he skipped right over her midsection and went down to her feet. Starting at the heel, he pushed his thumb up to her toes, repeating the action until she did manage to release her lip and relax her head back down.
But when he moved to her other foot, he lifted it in a way that pulled her legs a little apart, and Kendall drew in a sharp breath. But Evan ignored her reaction and repeated his movements on the second foot, shifting his knee in between her legs, forcing her leg up against his erection as he massaged. Then he leaned forward and sucked her toe, the cute one next to her big toe.
Kendall jumped. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Just playing.” He pulled it in his mouth again, getting it nice and slick. He’d never really done that before, but it had been right in front of him and it had seemed like yet another way to tease, to stroke up and down, get her wet, while her legs were spread and her clit was pressing into the bed, her inner thighs aching.
She didn’t resist, which he took as a good sign. Pulling back, he trailed his tongue down the back of her calf, up and down, leaving a damp path that he used to follow with his finger, going up and down to the back of her knee until she shivered. When her hips wiggled a little, Evan gave in to her silent request and moved his thumbs to inner thighs. But instead of pushing inside her, he just massaged up and down, up and down, on either side of her glistening opening. The sight of her damp desire had his mouth thick and salivating, but he was intent on making this last all night, long after room service showed up. Way into the dark, quiet hours of the night, when Kendall was so hot and ready and turned on, she was insensible. Crazy with want.
That’s what he wanted. To take her to a place where she would agree to anything, a place she would never forget, with him, the man who had been her first, and should have been her last.
“Evan,” she said, her voice a warning.
“What?”
“You’re being cruel.”
But her breathless excitement told him she didn’t really mind.
“Don’t always be in such a hurry. Just enjoy it.”
“I like speed. So do you.”
“On the track.” Evan slipped the tip of his index finger inside her and hooked it, just giving a small back-and-forth tickle inside her. “But not in bed. Not with you.”
“There’s slow, and then there’s just torture. This is in the torture category.”
When she used her elbows to leverage herself and raise her hips to try and drive his finger deeper inside her, Evan took his palm and pushed her ass flat onto the bed and held her in place. “I don’t think so.”
She was growing wetter by the second, even as she let out a sound of frustration, and Evan was rock hard watching her, feeling her, enticing her. He wanted out of his jeans but he wasn’t about to stop and take the time for that. This was about her.
Finally giving her what they both wanted, he moved his finger fully inside her and stroked. While he still held her down, it made for a tight, hot passage, and Evan added a second finger to the first, enjoying the reaction she gave him. Her hands snaked up to the headboard and she gripped it tightly. Her shirt was bunched up at her shoulders, her hair covering her upper back and sliding across her cheek. Her eyes were closed, teeth on her lip again, and she was still trying to move, still trying to buck her hips and force a faster rhythm between them, but he held her firm. She was sexy and amazing and so damn dripping wet.
Backing out, he trailed her own moisture all over her inner thighs and her perfect little tight ass.