Page 99 of Cinder
Our eyes lock for a long second, his eyes traveling over my face before he shakes his head once. “I’m not gonna do that.”
That’s all the permission I need. This time, when I lean in, nothing interrupts us. There’s a split second where everything hangs. His breath shifting, his body going still like he’s giving me one last chance to pull back.
I don’t.
My lips brush his first, and he exhales against my mouth.
“Penny,” he repeats, but it’s not a warning anymore.
His palm comes up to my neck, fingers curling beneath my ear as he draws me in and kisses me properly. My hands tighten in his shirt as the kiss deepens, my other hand bracing against his thigh when the shift of it sends something warm and dizzy through me.
His thumb drags once against my skin, and I make a soft sound I don’t mean to.
“Fuck,” he mutters against my mouth, pressing back into me. “Come here.”
Before I can think about it, he’s guiding me by the hips. Lifting just enough that I shift, my knee slides over his thighs as the couch dips beneath us. He pulls me fully into his lap, settling me into a straddle.
My breath stutters, my grip tightening on his shoulders as his mouth leaves mine, dragging along my jaw and down my throat, the scrape of his stubble sending sharp heat through me.
“God,” I whisper, tipping my head back for him. “Evan—”
“Been wanting this,” he murmurs against my skin. “To kiss you properly without stopping.”
I tilt back toward him, chasing the way his mouth moves against mine. He pulls back just enough that our mouths hover, breath warm against mine, and for a second, neither of us moves.
“Still okay?” he asks.
My heart is beating too fast for that to even be a real question. I answer by biting my lip and rolling my hips forward against him.
His reaction is immediate.
“Fuck, Penny,” he breathes, hands tightening hard at my hips as he drags me closer. “That’s it.”
My fingers curl on his shoulders, holding on as I move again. His fingers flex as I spread my legs wider, grinding against the hard bulge I can feel through his boxers, the thickness of his cock rolling just right against my pussy.
“You feel so good,” I breathe, dotting kisses up his neck and sucking lightly on his earlobe. “You’re making me so wet.”
“Yeah?” His voice is rough as his head drops forward, mouth finding mine again. “You think you can say that and expect me to keep it together?”
I huff out a breath that turns into a quiet sound as I move again.
“I don’t want you to keep it together.”
“Jesus,” he mutters, hands sliding higher up my sides and under the hem of my top.
His warm, calloused palms drag along my bare skin, the touch slow at first, thumbs brushing the underside of my tits enough to make my breath catch. My back arches into him on instinct.
“Yeah.” He moves his thumbs higher to drag over my nipples. “Knew you’d like that.”
“Mm, fuck,” I whimper, rocking my hips faster against his hard cock.
His hands slide down the side of my ribs and back to my hips, guiding me up and down against him, and I gasp at the friction.
“Slow,” he commands softly, thumbs stroking my hipbones. “Don’t rush it. I wanna feel every inch of how wet you’re getting for me.”
I lean back and ride slow, looking down at where my hips rock along the rigid fabric. My breathing gets ragged, and I grind harder, but he tightens his grip.
“You feel what you’re doing to me?” I moan. “How close you’re getting me?”
