Chapter Fourteen #2
“What’s tonight’s screening?” she asked when they’d finished eating and cleared their dishes away. Dishwasher loaded and running, they hunkered down into the soft couch cushions and pulled the knit blanket over their legs.
Evie had chosen something scarier than either of them had been prepared for, which they both realized after the opening scene had caused the two of them to gasp and jump and move closer to each other.
“What are we watching?” Rowan squeaked out.
“It’s getting great reviews,” Evie said as an excuse, pushing closer.
By the time the majority of the cast was dead and the bad guy had been caught (or had he?), Rowan and Evie were practically in each other’s laps, having clung and laughed and shrieked their way through the entire film.
“Oh my God,” Evie said, still laughing softly, her voice breathy.
“That was crazy.” She turned to look at Rowan, their faces mere inches apart, and in the next moment, they were kissing.
There was no hesitation, no stutter-stepping their way to it, no preamble or discussion or build-up.
Evie simply leaned in, and Rowan let her because kissing Evie was… it was everything.
She sank into it, let Evie captain the ship for the moment.
Her mouth was soft and warm, and Evie was never pushy.
Demanding? A little. Assertive? Absolutely.
But when she was in control, you knew it.
She didn’t need to be pushy. You let her lead and you followed.
Because being led by Evie Price was delicious.
They slowly leaned until Rowan was on her back, Evie on top, their mouths never parting.
Tongues became involved, pressing and stroking, while breaths became ragged and hands started to wander.
Just a bit. Evie balanced herself on one hand so she could slide under the hem of Rowan’s shirt with the other, and the touch of her warm skin against Rowan’s was like a light zap of electricity, hot and sizzling, and Rowan gasped softly.
Evie pulled back and gazed into her eyes for a moment, and there was so much on her face, so many emotions whirling around that Rowan wanted to ask about them. But Evie must have sensed it because she lowered her mouth once more, preventing any discussion, and Rowan wasn’t mad about it.
Making out with Evie had always been one of Rowan’s favorite occupations in life.
It was as if they were made specifically for each other when it came to kissing.
Their lips melded perfectly. Their bodies fit like the proverbial puzzle pieces, which always made Rowan laugh internally and roll her eyes because it was such a cliché.
But it was also true. Clichés had to come from somewhere, didn’t they?
She hadn’t been with anybody since Evie. Had she? It occurred to her in that moment that even if she had, she didn’t remember. They’d have fallen into the window of lost memories, and maybe that was for the best.
Because Evie was everything.
She tried to give that thought a shake, tried to jiggle it into a dark corner, at least for the moment.
And then Evie’s hand closed over her breast and kneaded it through her bra, and Rowan didn’t have to worry about any errant thoughts.
They were chased away by the sheer joy and pleasure of being touched by Evie.
“Bedroom?” Evie whispered, interrupting their kissing for a quick moment.
Rowan nodded, and then they were up and hurrying to the other side of the small house, hands linked, fingers intertwined, and Rowan couldn’t recall a time in the past months when she’d been happier.
She didn’t care what Stevie said. She didn’t care what Claire had said. All that mattered right now was Evie.
Evie, who pushed her back onto the bed and crawled over her body, then braced herself on all fours, gazing down at Rowan with such love and emotion in her eyes that Rowan felt a lump in her throat.
“I’ve missed you,” Evie said, so quietly that Rowan wondered if she’d imagined it. And before she could respond, Evie lowered her mouth to Rowan’s and kissed her again.
They’d been almost frantic in the living room, but here in the bedroom, things slowed down.
Rowan took her time as she pulled Evie’s shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.
The lights were off, but the moon was full, the curtains open, and Rowan could see every dip and curve of Evie’s torso.
She was a bit thinner than she used to be, but still gorgeous.
Rowan reached up and trailed her fingertips across Evie’s middle, along her side, then up to her shoulder as Evie balanced on her hands above her.
She continued across Evie’s collarbone, then up the side of her neck to her face, where Rowan trailed a feather-light touch along Evie’s jawline.
Evie’s throat moved as she swallowed, and her eyes never left Rowan’s.
There were things to say, matters to be discussed, but right here, right now, in this moment, they’d have to wait.
Rowan slid her fingers into Evie’s hair, around the back of her neck, and pulled her back down for a searing kiss that left them both utterly breathless.
And then she was done being on the bottom.
She pushed and twisted until they’d switched positions.
Now she was on top, Evie beneath her, and Rowan was done waiting.
One push and Evie’s bra was up, her breasts exposed to Rowan’s hands, to her mouth, and she used both, sucking on one nipple while rolling the other between her thumb and fingers.
Evie bucked beneath her, pushing her center into Rowan’s with a soft cry.
Evie’s hands in her hair, Rowan lavished each perfect breast with the attention it deserved, taking her time, moving back and forth until Evie was writhing under her, until Evie’s breaths were slightly ragged, until she let go of Rowan’s hair with one hand so she could grab a fistful of the blanket.
Rowan slid a hand behind her to unfasten Evie’s bra and get it out of the way, then she went back to her delicious work.
The sounds Evie made—soft whimpers, little cries, tiny groans—turned Rowan the hell on in ways she wasn’t expecting.
Once Evie’s nipples were swollen and thick, Rowan shifted her position so she could grasp the waistband of Evie’s pants and pull them off.
Her underwear came next, and then there she was.
Evie, in all her naked glory, lying there in the bed, legs spread around Rowan’s hips, arms thrown over her head, chest heaving.
“Holy fuck, you’re beautiful,” Rowan whispered.
Then she slowly lowered herself to Evie’s center, watching her the entire time.
When she reached her desired position, she continued to hold Evie’s gaze.
Even as she used her thumbs to spread Evie open before her, even as she rubbed them up and down along the sides of her, experiencing just how very wet she’d made her, even as she slowly lowered her mouth, her gaze never left Evie’s.