Wingless, book 1 of Wingless Series

Another morning

Day four, Evan finally has some free time. Every day is better than the last. I've become accustomed to Evan's crazy schedule.

I haven't called my parent's. I'm not in the mood to entertain my mom's breakdown. I don't want to give in so she can feel better. I'll wait it out, eventually she'll come around on her own.

Evan rolls over in bed kissing my cheek. "Good morning, beautiful." He strokes my arm staring at me. "Did anyone tell you you're amazing to look at in the morning?"

I ignore his flattery. "Morning." Although it isn't morning, it's more like afternoon.

"Did you sleep well?" He sits up, muscles on display. I stroke his back.

"I slept perfectly," I tell him.

"Awesome, get dressed and we'll get out of here for a while. You've been cooped up for days." He lifts my chin, his lips inches from mine, making my heart race.

I touch his neck, my fingernails teasing his flesh until I find the back of his neck.

He presses his lips against mine, our tongues collide, and my heart speeds up. Every time we come together I have to fight the lust slipping through my veins.

The way he kisses is beyond any kiss I experienced before. It turns something on inside of me that I didn't know was there.

Every time we kiss I want more, I crave more, I need it.

Evan gets up, the bulge in his pants makes me smirk.

"Do you want breakfast?" I ask him.

"We can go somewhere, you don't have to cook for me," he says refusing to let me pamper him.

"I don't mind." Anything that will keep us inside kissing works for me.

I'm not a cook by any means of the word. My mom loves cooking, but she never taught any of us how to do it.

The oil snaps and pops in the pan, and I turn down the burner afraid I am going to catch Evan's house on fire in my attempt to make him eggs for breakfast.

Before I know it he's behind me, hands on my waist, pulling me away from his breakfast. He takes the spatula out of my hand and tosses it on the counter.

We run into the counter, his hands find mine and slide up my arms, sending trails of tiny goose bumps up my skin.

I dig my fingernails into his flesh, enjoying his lips against my neck. I close my eyes, forgetting about breakfast.

Evan's hands graze my breast, and I bite my lip ready for more. Ready for his hands to explore other parts of me, all of me, I smile at him watching his hands slide underneath my t-shirt. And then under my bra, until his warm hands are against my skin.

And for once he doesn't stop. He moves lower, his fingers skim my stomach, past my bellybutton, down to the elastic of my pajama bottoms. He has them down in no time.

"Those are nice," he says, slipping two fingers between my lacy underwear and my stomach. A million butterflies erupt all caused by two simple fingers.

I thank him and he pushes against me. He takes a hand from my waist brushing my hair from my eyes.

He takes his shirt off. I explore his stomach, trailing my fingers against his dark happy trail. I love the barely there smile on his face as he touches me back.

I hope he is enjoying our moment as much as I am. But I'm not sure.

I take my shirt off afraid he won't do it himself. We connect again and this time his kiss feels even more unbelievable. He's more turned on and I push my hips against him.