Page 116 of Someone Like Me
But that can wait. Instead, I glide fingers down both sides of her waist, making her suck in a surprised breath.
“Turn over,” I coax. And Evie, curious as always, narrows her eyes in scrutiny for a long moment. But then, game and fluid as always, she rolls onto her stomach, giving me the mesmerizing view of her backside.
The artful line of her spine… the angles of scapula and sacrum… the taut roundness of her bottom all conspire to strangle me.
I stifle a groan because I can’t kiss and stroke and worship everything at once. Instead, I touch my fingertips to the middle of her back and sweep upward, letting my short nails graze lightly over the sweet expanse of skin.
“Mmmm…”Her pillow-muffled moan is my reward. And also my guide. I move up, down, along her shoulders, above her buttocks. Lightly raking my nails over every inch. Evie gradually sinks further into the bed, her breath coming in full, sweeping sighs.
“Oh my God… I love this.” Her words pour out slow like honey. I chuckle at her obvious pleasure, lean over, and plant an open-mouth kiss on her spine. Evie hums again. And then I trade fingernails for thumbs and start working them into her muscles.
Her next moan is deeper. And deeply gratifying.
“That’s… just…amazing.”
With firm pressure, I move my hands a couple of inches lower, fanning outward from her spine to her sides.
“Do you know…” she says before pausing for a long exhale, “that massage has been a healing art for more than five thousand years?”
I didn’t know this, but, of course, Evie does. “You don’t say.” My touch moves lower, reaching the two dimples at the small of her back above her bottom. Evie has her head turned to the right, resting on her left cheek. Her eyes are closed, but her lashes flutter when my fingertips sweep the top of her buttocks. “Tell me more.”
“China… Egypt… and later I-India,” Evie stammers when I gently squeeze each globe of her magnificent, heart-shaped behind. The flesh, firm though it is, yields to my hands with ball-tightening satisfaction.
“India?” I prompt after several seconds of silence — seconds I have used to massage the creases above her thighs.
“Mmm…Yes…” Evie draws in a deep breath, but she doesn’t open her eyes. “Like yoga,” she says, speaking slowly, “its arrival in the west is fairly recent…”
I grip and release the back of her thighs, my thumbs swirling against the softest skin on the insides of her legs. When she squirms just a little, rubbing her pelvis into the mattress, I don’t miss it.
I flatten myself against the bed beside her and kiss her, open-mouthed again, behind one knee.
Her gasp tears through the room. “Drew.Oh my God.”When I move and repeat the motion on the other leg, she turns her face into the pillow and smothers her moan. It looks as though she’s fighting to keep herself still.
I grin at her struggle and bare my teeth.
“Drew!” she squeals, and I swear, the sound of my name has never made me so happy. She feels my laughter along her limbs and kicks like a swimmer. “I’m ready to turn over.”
I gently squeeze her calves and dot the backs of her thighs with soft kisses. “Not yet,” I whisper. When I nudge her legs apart, she stills at once.
“But I want to touch you now.” There’s a plea in her voice, and it moves me. Outside and in. But I’m not stopping yet.
“You’re just going to have to wait your turn,” I gently scold.
She sighs, but since I’ve inched my hands a little higher between her legs, I don’t think it’s out of frustration. I move higher still.
“But I want to give all this to you,” she protests.
Okay, maybe there’s a little frustration. She wants to give. But she’s always giving.
“Evie, why don’t you just take for a little while?” My hands rise ever so slowly.
“Because… Because—” She gasps when my thumbs part her.
When I touch the slickness of her petals, I’m the one who moans. She’s so wet. So ready. How can this be for me?
The urge to taste her again sweeps aside all my careful plans. With a barely restrained force, I flip her over and catch the startled look on her face before I bury mine between her legs.
The scent and taste of her arousal drive me mad. I fill my hands with her ass and strain against her, my tongue chasing and dancing with her swollen clit. Evie calls my name.
