Page 52 of Firefly Effect

In a moment of weakness, I tear my lips away so I can look down at the inch of skin between her rumpled black skirt and burgundy top. I grip her thighs and pull her closer, managing to pull her skirt up around her waist. She’s wearing pretty pink panties with yellow trim, the fabric so thin that I can see the shadow of her pussy. So fucking hot.

There’s no professionalism. No control. There’s just Evie and me in a whirlpool of desire versus self-control. One of those two things has to give—but even if she wants to give into desire with me, I still need to hear her say it.

I run my finger up and down her center, rubbing the cloth at her entrance and letting the damp fabric tease me with her arousal. A growl roars inside my chest, but I tamp it down to make my needs transparent. Evie needs to want this as much as I do, in the same way that I do. There’s nothing casual about my feelings for Evelyn Vaughn.

She grinds against me, making my finger press deeper into her slit and gliding along the line in one slow sweep.

I look up just as she does, our gazes colliding. My finger lands on her swollen clit, and I leave it there, drawing slow circles while my other hand grips her neck and pulls her in.

Our mouths crash together with a force so powerful, it’s instantly addicting. I want more. My tongue plunges into the depths of her mouth, tangling with hers before the hand slipping and sliding against her pussy moves around to grip her ass. I rock her into me, moving her just enough that my cock creates the right amount of friction.

She moans, and I know it’s because she can feel me there, hard as a rock with wanting her. I move her ass, rocking her into me while I suck on her tongue then her bottom lip. I don’t even need to move her anymore. She’s taking control, grinding down like she’s fucking me. The friction will be enough to get her off, but that’s not what I want. Not before she tells me this is more than a casual thing.

“Tell me,” I whisper between kisses. “Please, Evie.” I push up into her core, imagining every stitch of fabric melting away so I can plunge inside her. “Let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good. Just say it. You know what I want to hear.”

Evie sighs, her hips still rubbing her pussy against me. “You know I want you, Lincoln.”

Just those words drive me crazy enough to yank up her shirt, tug down her bra, and sweep my tongue around her nipple. “Want me?” I growl. “How?”

Her eyes roll and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Her pleasure is mounting, and once again I’m aching for her to relinquish control.

“Tell me you’re mine, Evie.”

Her breath hitches, telling me she’s close to her release. Fuck, I’m running out of time.

“Evie,” I rasp, unwilling to relent until she tells me what I need to hear.

“I’m…” Her pace picks up, hips rocking into me at double the speed. “I’m…” she moans again.

This time, my eyes go wide, realizing what she’s doing. Fuck.

“I’m…” A high-pitched screech.

My palms grip her waist, fingers digging into her ass to still her movements, but nothing can stop her now.

“I’m…” She wails the words, and I feel her convulsing above me as her orgasm rockets through her.

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

EVELYN

“Phone’s for you!” shouts Armando as he slips around the bar.

I look up from where I’m reshelving books after the college group from earlier left them scattered all over the study desk. “You heading out to the street fair?”

Janessa and Kyle are already working the tent outside at yet another town event that Firefly sponsors. We’re closing the bar, as we promised the city, to ensure all business stays with the vendors set up on Main Street.

“Yup. See you out there?”

Normally, I would say no, especially since I didn’t sign up to work the Firefly tent, but Lincoln already told me he’ll be there with Lucy, and he invited me to join them. “I’ll be out there in a bit.”

He leaves, and I walk over to the phone. “Firefly—this is Evie.”

“Evie girl!”

I smile instantly at the sound of Uncle Patrick’s voice. It feels like he’s been gone for months rather than weeks. “It’s about time you called.”

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