I glanced back to make sure that he had settled. “Can you hear him if he needs us?” I asked as I snapped the door closed.
Frankie nodded frantically before she dove for me.
Fingers frenzied. Lips frantic. This girl a live wire I held in the palms of my hands.
A bomb. Mortar.
Exploding into my world and changing its makeup. I spun and pressed her to the wall, taking some weight off so I could run my hands down her sides.
Clutching. Searching. I wanted to rediscover every inch.
Felt her moan in my mouth, her back arch, hungry for my touch. She clawed at my shirt, tugging it free, and I slipped my hands under her tank, sliding it up and doing the same.
It only mussed up her hair more, that frizz flying free.
Those cinnamon eyes sparked with desire.
Frankie wore this pink frilly bra, all lace and ribbons and temptation, the cups pushing up her small tits, the charm of that necklace dangling in the middle of it.
I brushed my fingertips over it. “I can’t believe you still have this.”
“I’ve never taken it off.”
I ran my hands over her breasts before I tugged down the fabric of her bra. It exposed her even pinker nipples that were so pebbled and pretty that I couldn’t do anything but lean down and take one hard tip into my mouth.
Swirled it like a sucker.
Sweeter than candy.
Fuck. She was gonna undo me. Almost forgot what it was like when she was mine.
How she’d always been a little wicked.
Incautious in her need.
Not afraid to demand exactly what she wanted.
She gave a good yank at my hair, my head pricking in a delicious-sort of pain as she begged for more. For me to push her harder and deeper and farther.
Spinning her around, I pushed her belly up against the bathroom counter. Her hands flew out to steady herself.
Our eyes met in the mirror where I towered over her from behind.
Her expression turbulent.
Untamed and ferocious.
She’d always left me feeling a bit savage.
Like I was two seconds from coming unhinged.
Usually did.
Getting lost in Frankie Leigh was the best feeling in the world.
Her chest heaved, and I slipped my arms around her so I could cup her tits. I plastered myself to her back. Heart hammering out of control and my dick begging at the curve of her ass.
I rubbed against her there, searching for any kind of friction.
Relief.
This girl an oasis when I’d been dying of thirst in a parched, rainless desert.
Knew she was making all these needy sounds, felt the breaths panting from her lungs.
She rested her head on my shoulder.
Succumbing to my hold.
I watched her through the mirror, the flat planes of her stomach quivering, her deep belly button so sexy it made my head spin with greed.
“Please, Evan. I need you. I need you so bad I can’t see straight. Can’t think straight. I haven’t slept in two days, remembering the feel of you.” Only picked up on every word or two. But I knew what she was saying.
Frankie was a love song I’d memorized a long time ago.
I splayed my hands over her trembling belly, kissed along the soft curve of her neck and shoulder, breathed her in as I went.
Cotton candy and sugarplum drizzle.
My stomach clenched, cock desperate to get free, lust a shockwave that boomed through the dense air.
Reverberating in the tight, cramped space.
“You want me, Frankie Leigh?” I flicked the button of her jean shorts, and I slowly eased them down over her slight hips.
They slipped down her legs, leaving her there in nothing but a matching pair of underwear that I was pretty sure had been designed with the single task of driving me out of my mind.
Sending me over the edge.
Straight into a freefall of ecstasy.
“God . . . yes.” Could feel her plea. Tasted her confession.
I kissed down her spine. A streak of chills lifted everywhere my mouth explored. Kept traveling lower and lower, hands on her hips as I kissed into the dip at the small of her back and down the lace of her underwear, my nose running her cleft.
It brought me to my knees.
And I was kneeling behind her on the floor and trying to see through the insanity that was threatening to take me over.
Inhaling this girl like I was issuing up a prayer.
A promise.
Frankie pushed back, begging for more.
Delirium.
I reached up, hooked my fingers in her panties, and dragged them all the way down.
Want fisted my guts.
I wound the fabric free of her ankles, and I urged her slim legs apart.
Felt her exhale in anticipation.
Whimper in excitement.
I kissed up the back of her thigh, hands following suit until I had her bottom in my hands, kneading the flesh, spreading her apart.
Knew words were tumbling from her mouth.
Deep urges.
Desperate pleas.
Felt them crash against my body.
Flames and fire.
I dragged my tongue through her slit, all the way to her ass.