“You make it impossible to look away, Florence.”
She sighs, chest arching into mine as I bring her closer. “I hate when you call me that.”
“Doesn’t look like you hate it much to me.” My hot breath fans across her long and slender neck. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Flo, but fuck, do I need to kiss you. Just once.”
“Then do it.”
A chuckle rumbles my chest.
And then I press my mouth to hers, my free arm snaking around her waist. Flo moans into my mouth, fingers gripping the front of my shirt, breasts pressed against my chest. Her hard nipples scrape against my skin, and the bulge in my pants hardens even more.
I don’t want it to end. In fact, I feel like if it does, I might die right here on my rain-splattered porch.
The glass slips from both of our hands, but neither of us reacts to the clattering sound it makes as it hits the hardwood—it doesn’t smash, just rolls—and we press ourselves against each other, not leaving an inch between our bodies.
My hands ride higher, until my thumbs are gripping the sides of her ribs, skating against the bottom of her tits over the T-shirt of mine she’s wearing.
“Oh, fuck, Evan,” she breathes, and seeing her so desperate for me causes all logic to fly out of the window.
“You like that?” I ask as my thumbs move higher.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
“Do you know how hard you’re making this for me?”
“Yes,” she moans.
It’s music to my ears, like an angel’s singing, and I fear I’ll never be able to get the sound out of my head. Nothing will ever come close.
Flo’s wild and frenzied for me, arms wrapped around my neck, playing with the ends of my hair. This is the one and only time I’m going to get to kiss Flo McKenna, because after this, we can’t let it happen again, so I’m going to make this worth it.
My hard cock grinds up against her, and she kicks her head back and releases a husky groan.
“Can you feel my cock, Flo? Can you feel what you do to me? What I’m going to have to live with for the next month?”
She rocks herself against me. My lips are on her neck, biting and kissing the delicate skin as her pastel purple painted fingernails dig into my flesh. She’s so sweet, like nectar on my tongue, and I drag myself back to her lips and devour her again.
God, letting her go at the end of summer is going to be a kick in the teeth, and I fear that after this next month is up, I’m going to retreat into my shell and churn through nannies for the next year, torturing myself by thinking back to the moment I kissed Flo McKenna.
I’ll never have her again, so there’s nothing wrong with being selfish for just a moment, right?
But when I take a small step forward and accidentally kick the glass, sending it clattering into the chair leg behind Flo, I snap my eyes open and pull back.
Her lips are puffy and red, and her hair is even more tangled than it was before. She clears her throat, and I step away, scrubbing at the back of my neck.
Fuck, we can’t take this back. We’ve kissed, and it wasn’t just a casual kiss, but a heart-pounding, desperation-filled kiss.
Flo releases a soft sound of exasperation from her nose, and I tilt my head at her, cock still throbbing.
“Well,” she says, running her hands through her hair, “pity pours with my dad have never taken that turn before.”
17: Flo
Leo and I watch Evan from the stands in the stadium during practice. He runs with such grace, despite his size, powerful legs pushing him forward until his cleats hit the line, indicating a touchdown.
“Nice one, Evan!” Coach Darrell commends him, but he turns to Sam. “Defence team, come on! You let West run right past you! We do these mock games for a reason, guys!”
“Yes, Coach,” they all murmur together, grabbing their water bottles and dousing their faces in the liquid before jogging back out onto the field and running a drill.
