Crashing Into You (19 page)

“Evan…. Evan, I have to turn
around…”

“No,” was all he said. If it had
been up to him, he would have taken me right there in the hallway.

“Hold on,” I said, and spun
around. I unlocked the door, turned the knob, pushed it open. As soon as we
were inside, I brought my lips back to his and kicked the door shut.

“Is your roommate home?” Evan
asked between kisses.

“No. He’s at his mom’s for
the weekend.” It was hard to talk, I was so out of breath. “We have the place
to ourselves.”

“
Excellent
,” he said, and hoisted me up into the air. I wrapped my
legs around his back, and he carried me into my bedroom. He had only been in my
place once way back in June, but he knew exactly where my side of the apartment
was. I closed my bedroom door, just to be safe, and brought my chin to the top
of his head, as he started kissing my upper body.

“Oh Evan… oh my God… I’ve
wanted this for so long…” I looked back down at him, back into his eyes. “Are
you okay?”

He nodded. Licked his lips.
“I’m okay if you’re okay.”

“Good,” I said, and brought
my lips back to his. He pushed me up against the dresser, drew his tongue deep
inside my mouth. I slid my feet up against his ass.

“Sydney, I want you…”

“Set me down,” I said.

I dropped to the floor and
pulled up his shirt. It was so wet, so stuck to his firm stomach, that it took some
effort to bring it up over his head. He crumpled it up and tossed it to the
floor. I marveled at his body. It was toned, ripped, but not to the point of
looking fake. A small tuft of hair nestled at the top of his chest, and a
string of star tattoos, both big and small, ran from his nipples all the way to
his left shoulder.

I started kissing his chest.
I worked my way down to his belly button, all the way to his happy trail. He
moaned, put his arms over his head. I looked down. If Evan had been wearing a
tight pair of jeans, I might not have noticed what was trying to poke through.
But the flimsy gym shorts weren't hiding any secrets.

He pulled me back up and
continued to kiss me. I kept my hands pressed against his face as I guided him
toward the bed. When his legs hit the bedframe, I pushed against his stomach
and watched him fall back against the mattress. He propped himself on his
elbows, gave me a tender smile. I gulped, loudly, and removed my shirt. No man
had seen me naked since James.

I unhooked my bra, let it
drop to the floor. I winced a little, even though I tried not to. I felt so
imperfect, so unworthy. He leaned against me, tapped my legs with his feet. He
ran his hands through my hair.

I grabbed hold of his wrist.
“No.”

“What?”

His fingers touched the scar,
up above my right ear. Always hidden under my hair, it was fully exposed to
Evan's eye. I expected him to scream in fright, or push himself away from me.

Instead, he kissed the scar,
brought his mouth to my ear, and said, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve
ever seen.”

I tried not to cry. I rested
my knees against the mattress, pushed myself on top of him. I forgot about all
my pain. I forgot about James, about Melanie, about the rights and the wrongs
of everything that was happening. I just let go—and let this perfect
moment find its way.
Evan leaned against me, and kissed the bottom of my neck. His lips teased my
breasts. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back. I sunk my fingernails into his
flesh. I moaned, started trembling all over. I pulled back on his hair, and
kissed him again, hard, on the lips.

He tilted me to the left, and
I came crashing down against the bed. He stood up on the floor, as I scooted back
to the pillows, and—lucky me—got to enjoy the show.

Evan pulled his exercise
shorts down, to reveal a red-and-green pair of tight boxer briefs. Oh yes, Christmas
had come early. He just stood there for a moment, let me take everything in. I
always forgot how tall he was; six foot four, he was almost touching the
ceiling. I licked my front two teeth, and enjoyed his nakedness.

He dropped the boxers to the
floor. His dick curved a little to the left. It was eight inches, at least. I
didn’t just like it; I craved it.

“Get over here,” I said.

He crawled up to me, slowly,
like a cheetah zoning in on its prey. He kissed every inch of my legs, then the
sides of my hips. Then he pulled down on my blue gym shorts. He lifted them into
the air, gave me a cute little wink, and twirled them around his fingers for a
moment.

“You’re silly,” I said, with
a laugh. “You’re silly, and you’re fucking hot.”

I slapped my hand against his
ass, and guided him toward me. His dick rubbed against my undies. I closed my
eyes, let out a moan so loud every neighbor in the complex likely heard me.

“Ohh… oh my God…” I said.

“Hey,” he said.

“What?”

“Look at me.”

My eyes opened. He leaned
down and kissed me. Softly at first. Then harder, faster. His tongue
intertwined with mine, and my hands went back to his ass. He kissed me on my
cheek, my nose, my chin. Then he ran his tongue down my neck, all the way to my
belly button.

And beyond.

“Oh Evan… oh God…”

He pulled my underwear away
from my feet, then locked his head in between my legs, and started in. When his
tongue entered me, I smacked the back of my head against the wall.

“Oh, holy
shit
,” I said.

I hooked my legs over his
shoulders. I rubbed his hair with my left hand, and started licking the fingers
of my right. He kept going and going. It might have been hours. Days. I didn’t
care. I could have spent the rest of the summer like this.

He kissed my belly button,
then ran his tongue back up my chest. He licked my earlobes, and breathed heavily
into my ears. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

“You’re… God… you’re
amazing…”

“No,” he said. “
You’re
amazing.” He kissed me on my
cheek, tenderly, and whispered, “Do you have a condom?”

Three months ago, I would
have had to shake my head no. But, oh, that Lukas. He stocked me as soon as we
moved into the new place. I nodded to the bottom drawer beside the bed. He
leaned over, grabbed the closest one, and ripped it open with his teeth. When
it was on, I leaned against the pillows, and wrapped my legs around his back,
again.

“Are you ready?” he
whispered.

I nodded. I had been ready
for almost two years, ever since I saw him in History of Western Civilization.
He had sat on the other side of the room, asleep half the time because the
class was at 8 AM. I never thought he would have feelings for me. I never
thought he would ever even look at me.

And here we were.

Here I was.

When he entered me, I felt
only pain. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes real tight. “Go slow,” I said.
“It’s… it’s been awhile.”

I tilted my head to the left,
then to the right. I grasped the bed covers. Started breathing harder.

“That feel okay?” he asked.

“Yeah… oh Evan…”

I relaxed every muscle in my
body, let him take me over in every way. It didn’t hurt anymore. The pleasure
outweighed the pain a thousand to one.

“Evan… go faster…”

“You sure?”

I licked my lips. “Mmm hmm.”

He bent my legs, brought his
face back to mine. “Oh God… Sydney… you’re so amazing…”

“Evan… please…”

“Please what?”

I brought my hand to his
cheek. “Kiss me.”

He closed his eyes, pushed
his lips against mine.

“Evan…”

“Sydney…”

“I love you…”

“Oh my
God
,” he said, and started going even faster. And right before he
came, he whispered into my ear, “I love you, too.”

Chapter 22

“It’s six,” Evan said.

“At night?”

“In the morning.”

“You’re kidding me.” I leaned
to the side of the bed and glanced at the clock. 6:03 AM. I darted my eyes back
at him. “Have we even slept at all?”

“Not a wink,” he said.

“Making up for lost time,
huh?”

Evan drew me closer. He
pushed a few strands of my hair away from my forehead, and stared at me for a
moment. “God. Look at you.”

“What?” I smiled, so not used
to this kind of adoration.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry
I took so long. I didn’t want you to think…”

“Shh.” I pushed my finger
against his lips, and said, “No… I know.”

We spooned for a few minutes,
kept each other warm under my mountain of bed covers. I was so relieved it was
Sunday, that there was nowhere I needed to be, nothing I needed to do. Nothing
but spend every waking minute with Evan Taylor.

“You hungry?” I asked.

“Not really.”

“What? You have to be. We’ve
been in this bed for like fourteen hours.”

“I’ve had
plenty
to satiate my appetite,” he said.
He clamped his teeth against my shoulder and pretended like he wanted to bite
me.

I laughed, and pushed him
away. “Stop it.”

He came right back. “Mmm. Looks
so scrumptious.”

“You are such a dork!” I said.
“Come on, I'll make you some breakfast.”

I started scooting to the
edge of the bed, but Evan took hold of my arm, and wouldn't let me leave. “How
‘bout you stay right here with me, hmm?”

“Evan, we need to eat
something.”

“But it’s so
warm
under the covers. Here, let me take
your mind off food.” He got on top of me and started kissing me all over my
neck. For months I had dreamed of kissing Evan, wished it, obsessed over it—and
since yesterday I had kissed him about a thousand times. I didn’t want to stop.
I didn’t want him out of my sight.

But still, a girl's gotta
eat.

“Come on, we need to get up,”
I said, and scooted out from under him. I jumped to my feet, stretched my arms
toward the ceiling. I glanced back at Evan. He was still sprawled out on the
bed, just staring at me.

“Are you looking at my butt?”
I asked.

“Maybe.”

I chuckled, as I pulled up my
underwear. Then I grabbed a white t-shirt from my dresser drawer. When I pulled
it over my head, Evan loudly sighed behind me.

“What?” I stepped toward him.

“You don’t need to put your
clothes
back on,” he said. “What’s the
matter with you?”

“I’m cold.”

He smiled. “Obviously.”

I looked down. My nipples pointed
through my practically see-through t-shirt. I crossed my arms, and said, “Very
funny.”

“Come on, don’t go…”

I waved my finger at him, like
he was my pupil, and I was his schoolteacher. “It’s not up for discussion. You
want waffles?” As soon as I said it, I bit down on my tongue. Evan was so
ripped I wondered if he had ever had a stack of waffles in his life. Did I need
to offer him an egg white omelette?

He pulled the bed sheets over
him, up to his shoulders, and said, “Waffles sound amazing.”

I smiled, relieved. “With
butter?”

He nodded. “Lots of butter.”

“Syrup? I've got the real
stuff.”

He licked his lips. “Mmm.
Okay, okay.
Now
I’m hungry.”

He looked so cute, so
innocent, staring up at me with his puppy-dog eyes. I tried not to think of the
series of events that got us here, that made this thing between us finally
happen.

“She would’ve wanted you to
be happy,” I whispered to myself, as I entered the kitchen, but then I shook my
head three times real fast, and focused on the task at hand. I grabbed my
waffle iron from the bottom shelf in the pantry, and started making breakfast.

I mixed the dry waffle mix
with the eggs, milk, and oil, and waited a minute for the iron to heat up. When
the orange light came on, I poured the batter in the center, and closed the
top.

I shut my eyes. Listened to
the iron as it sizzled.

When a pair of arms wrapped
around my belly, I jumped, and let out a tiny scream. Evan kissed me on my
cheek.

“Scared you, didn't I?”

I laughed, tried to pretend I
wasn't so damn gullible. “No, uh-uh, not at all.” I leaned against him, as he
kissed the back of my neck. I felt something hard touch my ass. “Evan?”

“Yes?”

“Are you naked?”

He kissed me again. “Maybe.”

“Oh my God, are you
crazy
? Aren’t you cold?”

Evan chuckled. “Not when I’m
next to you.” He brought his face down to the waffle iron. “Mmm. I love the
smell of waffles.”