Page 52 of The Five Stages of Courting Dalisay Ramos

“Should we …,” he asks, his voice barely a breath. “Do you want …?”

And she kisses him.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Dalisay pushes Evan against the table, and the maps go fluttering to the floor. His hands cup her jaw, and his breath is as ragged as tearing paper when he takes her in. Color pops behind her lids as Evan’s lips slide down the length of her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. A whine escapes her throat and all she can think about is him and where he’s touching her. She needs to close the gap where he’s not. Evan leans, as if falling backward, then straightens up and spins them around. He lifts Dalisay so she sits on the table. She wants him closer.

She crosses her arms at the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head. Evan lets out a low groan as he swoops in, his mouth hot on the skin of her chest above her lace bra. She grabs the side of his head, arching into his touch, and gasps. “Take it off,” she says.

With deft fingers, he unclips her bra. It tumbles to the floor and Evan kisses her, squeezing her breast and rubbing his thumb over her other nipple. It’s unlike anything she’s ever felt before, and her whole body shakes with anticipation. She wants more.

All that runs through her mind is Evan. Only Evan.

She grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. He looks as solid as he feels, the slight taper at his waist easyfor Dalisay to wrap her legs around, and he pulls her closer. She drags her fingers up and down his back, feeling his muscles flex as he holds her, exploring the dip of his spine and the smoothness of his skin as he kisses her with crushing force and hungry eagerness. His tongue eases her mouth open, and a moan escapes her. Each kiss is sloppy, and wet, and hot.

Slowly, Evan’s lips move down her throat, down her chest, down her soft stomach, and his breath tickles. He kneels in front of her, pressing his mouth to the smallest, most sensitive places on her legs, between her thighs.

“Evan,” she says, panting. On his knees, Evan waits, looking at her under his hooded brow as she burns with desire. “Are you sure …?”

“I want to do this,” he says. “Only if you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” she barely manages to say. Evan smiles and watches her face as he slides her underwear down her legs. He drops it to the floor and presses his lips to the soft, bare places of her thighs, marked with panty lines. His fingers dig into her skin, and her whole body throbs with need. His touch is sure, resolute, but he’s taking it slow, teasing her with each lick in the groove of her hips, and she’s not sure she can take much more.

She leans back on the desk, ready to give herself over, and a tower of books topples to the floor. She laughs, then squeals, as Evan’s lips press at the crest between her thighs.

Her brain melts.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

She palms the back of his head, unable to speak. She thinks she says yes, but her body definitely does. Evan’s mouth works and her knees fall open. She presses herself into him,uncoiling and unwinding with every flick of his tongue. Her eyes roll back, and she lets out a choked gasp. This is what she’s been missing.

She doesn’t have a body anymore. There’s only heat, and the tattooing of her heartbeat, and building pressure. Evan’s hands grip her tightly, even as she arches against him, and her body moves with him for more, more, more. Until finally, she unravels.

A second lasts an eternity. Lights pop behind her eyelids, and she twists, writhing under his touch. Pleasure pumps through her, meeting the rapid-fire pace of her heart, hammering away every single thought in her mind as a cry bursts out of her.

Too soon, the rush subsides, like a receding tide, leaving Dalisay covered in sweat. It was so intense, tears blur her vision, and she stifles a sob. She breathes, gasps, and looks down.

Smiling, Evan rises, dragging his lips up her body once more, and meets her face. She kisses him, smiling back, despite tears running down her cheeks.

She wipes them away and he asks if she’s okay, and she can only nod. “I’ve never made a woman cry before,” he says.

Dalisay lets out a laugh, thick with tears. Happy tears.

“You tell me when you want to stop,” he whispers.

“Don’t stop,” she says, undoing his belt and tossing it away with unbridled need. “Don’t.” She unzips his jeans and slips her hand down his briefs. He’s rock hard.

She’s never touched a man like this before, and she’s too gentle at first; she doesn’t want to hurt him. He guides her hand and helps her, and he lets out a gasp as she strokes. She smiles as his eyes fly open, and his jaw drops, staring at her,almost pleading. She has him, literally, in the palm of her hand. She can tell, he’s close. They’ve been waiting so long.

She’s not done with him yet. “Take me to bed,” she says.

Evan doesn’t speak. He rests his forehead against hers, his eyes half-lidded. He’s melting under her touch. Then, in one move, he grabs her, lifting her against him. She laughs as he carries her from the office and into his bedroom, kissing the whole way. Together, they fall onto his mattress with Evan on top. Evan kicks off his underwear and fumbles in his side table for a condom and Dalisay teases her lips up and down his ribs. No thinking, only feeling.

“If it hurts, tell me,” he says. “We’ll go slow.”

“Not too slow,” she says. She burns for him. Evan hovers over her, one hand braced by her head, and the other running between her legs. One of Evan’s fingers slides inside of her. Dalisay’s eyes go wide and she lets out a surprised, “Oh my God!”

Carefully, Evan watches her, then he puts in another finger. It’s even better. Dalisay squirms with pleasure as he searches inside her with his fingers. A desperate noise rises out of her that sounds a lot like, “Yeah.”

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