"I have perfume in my eye."
"Perfume? In your eye?" He was coming closer to her, frowning as if he was doing some serious thinking.
"Yes. Perfume. In my eye." She bent over the sink and pretended to be rubbing around in her eye, trying to swipe away any remaining signs of her wimpy breakdown. His hands landed on her upper arms as he came up behind her.
Touching was bad. It was very, very bad. Touching meant that he was close to her and that with one little shift back, she could be flush against him, her curves melding into his hardness, his breath rushing past her ear. She could press her backside along his pants and feel him swell with arousal.
Wait a minute. He wouldn't swell with arousal. He would be shocked and horrified at her unfriendly behavior, and she would lose the best friend she'd ever had.
"Let me see."
He was right there. On top of her, cutting off her air and sending her into full-fledged panic. If he would just call her sport or give her a noogie, she'd be fine, but this sweet soft concern was more than she could handle.
"I've got it." Her voice wobbled a little.
Those strong hands forced her to turn around. She blinked like a myopic deer caught in the headlights. Turning her head a little, she tried to lean back away from him, not wanting to smell him or feel him, so she wouldn't embarrass herself by begging for a kiss.
"You're crying," he murmured, his thumb reaching up and wiping the last wet streaks from her cheeks.
"No, it's watering because I have an eyelash in it."
"I thought you said it was perfume."
Was he writing this stuff down? Geez. She glared at him. "Evan, I'm fine."
Then he kissed her nose. A sweet gentle dusting.
A funny little sigh came out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry about your site, you don't deserve that."
His lips brushed across hers, a soft caress that made her feel warm and gooey.
"What are you doing?" she whispered as his arms came around her back and drew her up against his hard, very uncovered chest.
"Comforting you."
It was working. She was so comforted her bones seemed to have dissolved like Alka-Seltzer in water. His thumbs rubbed her waist, his hip pressed against hers, and his mouth came toward hers again.
Evan had kissed her before in the past, and she was sure this wasn't any different. Light brushes for hello and goodbye, a full-mouth kiss when she'd graduated from college. Hugs when her grandmother had died. It was no big deal at all… no different.
Except this time his tongue was in her mouth.
Yowsa, that felt good.
It had started out the same, but now it was sweeter, deeper. Wet. A kiss that required open mouths, gripping hands, and rapid breathing.
Slow and steady, he dipped and tasted her, and Halley clung to his chest, too stunned to do anything but lie across him like a limp noodle. This was the last thing in the universe she had expected Evan to do, and even though it felt so damn good, she hesitated.
Evan's hands were in her hair, and he tilted his head to gain better access to her. Halley wondered briefly if this was how he comforted all his friends. Then she reminded herself she was his only female friend, and she didn't really care why he was kissing her, just that he was.
Her mom always said don't look a gift horse in the mouth. She had never known what in the hell that really meant, but she thought in this case it gave her permission to make out with Evan.
So she threw her arms around him and kissed him back for all she was worth.
Their mouths slid and pressed together, tongues intertwining in wet passion as they moved from soft to deep to reckless. It was the fullest, most meaningful kiss she'd ever had in her twenty-eight years, and when Evan's hands cupped her behind, she moaned into his mouth. Oooh, that was nice.
And it made her press against his penis, which was hard and ready to go. No need to wait for the sixty-second inflate time. Evan must have already pulled the ripcord.
Light little kisses fell on her mouth, hard enough to feel him and taste him, light enough to make her want more, deeper and fuller. A whimper dragged out of her. He kissed her jaw, and licked a wet trail down her neck as she tossed her head back.
Worry over her catering business was long gone. Only to be replaced by a new tensiontight, burning sexual tension rising from the center of her body.
"I have an idea," he murmured.
She was getting one too. One that involved no clothes and she and Evan doing the dirty here on the kitchen floor.
She shivered as he breathed into her ear, anticipating a suggestive overture from Evan. A confession of deep desire and longing, a demand that she make love to him. A sensual coaxing that she was the best friend he'd ever had and could be so much more…
Evan said, "Let's do a little hacking of our own."
Chapter Three
Hacking? Evan wanted to hack her. Huh. Was that a computer geek's way of saying sex?
Halley didn't think it sounded all that great. Hacking away at her, I got hacked last night, you make me so hot and hacky… no, it was pretty much a bucket of cold water as far as she was concerned.
Maybe this was why they'd never gone beyond friendship.
"What do you mean?" She licked her lips and leaned back in his arms as he continued to rub the most delicious circles across her backside, his thighs moving to enclose hers while his tongue made swirlies on her neck.
Maybe she could put up with hacking, after all.
"Revenge. I'm talking about revenge on the Three Commandos."
What? Wrong. That's not what he was supposed to say. If she had time, she would write a handbook on things men should not say while getting a woman all hot and bothered.
After mentioning an ex-girlfriend or a change in sexual orientation, revenge would be at the top of the list.
"Revenge?" She tried to pull back. This was weird, with a capital W. God, what the hell had she been doing anyway?
His tongue dipped into her ear as he held her tight.
Getting horny, that's what she had been doing.
Was still doing, despite the potential disaster factor being huge. She quivered in his arms, breathing hard as he nuzzled into her neck, sucking lightly, pulling her skin forward with his hot mouth.
Evan didn't seem to be struggling with this baffling change in their relationship. In fact, he was acting as if he had his hands on her ass on a regular basis.
Halley wondered if it was possible to have fallen asleep standing up.
His thumbs drifted up from her waist and brushed across each of her nipples, a tentative quest for permission.
"Oh," she groaned, arching her head back, inviting him to pursue touching her.
"Is this comforting?" he murmured, his head bending in front of her as he slid down her chest with his moist mouth.
Evan dragged her tank top down to expose the tops of her breasts, and she could see his pink tongue heading for the nearest curve.
"I do feel better," she said truthfully. She was also feeling hot, damp, and achy with tight need that snaked around her insides.
Two years' worth of hormones flooded up and out as if the Hoover Dam had been attacked with a sledgehammer.
Evan seemed to be experiencing similar feelings. Halley could feel his hardness pressing into her as he rocked forward with the full length of his penis. With a desperate ferocity that startled her, Halley dropped her hands to his waist and helped him grind.
It may be wrong, but it sure felt good.
Evan groaned, a little throaty aching moan that gave her a burst of triumphant pleasure. He was stroking the length of his erection between her legs, pulling in and out, as Halley wrapped her thighs around him and clenched.
She could hear his breath grow shallow as he thrust with a quick rhythm, and his moans were stifled in her neck as he buried his head. There was no thought of anything but the throbbing strokes of intimacy between them, strokes that mocked the movements of him actually pl
unging inside her moist body.
Eyes half closed, she gripped his shoulders and wondered that even with his boxer shorts and her pants, she could feel the heat between them. Panting and beyond rational, she thrust her hips to meet him, causing another full moan to rip from Evan.
Then he misjudged and nudged her a little on her inner thigh.
Wait a minute. Her eyes flew open. Something didn't feel right. This felt too real.
She glanced down and saw smooth golden skin before Evan pushed forward and buried himself between her covered thighs. She wasn't supposed to be seeing skin.
That lion was out of his cage.
His boxers had sprung a leak.
"Evan." She tried to maneuver backward out of his way, but another thrust made her groan and freeze where she was. Oh, my.
She whispered on a ragged breath, "You've fallen out of your shorts."
And he was so glad he had. Evan gripped Halley by the waist and rocked against her. Even though every inch of her was still covered by clothing, he was on the verge of coming. On the edge, about to jump off.
Just to feel her, to smell her, to taste the saltiness of her skin, had him ditching common sense at the door. He was driving himself between her thighs, her soft flesh clenching around him, the rustle of her pants causing hot friction on his cock.
He was fighting for control, but it was slipping away from him. He had wanted Halley for so long now, and she had looked so vulnerable to him, fighting back tears. Needy. Evan knew how hard she worked on her business and she didn't deserve to lose it. Staring into those big shiny blue eyes, he had been overcome by the urge to kiss her and make it all better.
Granted, he'd done a little more than that, but Jesus, he was only human.
"My mistake," he said, staring into her bewildered and glazed eyes.
"Evan." She broke eye contact and shuddered. "You have to stop."
He had already slowed down to soft pulsing strokes, and he really didn't want to stop, but he was damn surprised she'd let him get away with as much as he had. Not that he'd planned on sliding between her legs, but when he had burst through the slit in his shorts, he'd gone with it.
But he stopped now, and pulled back with a smothered groan. Yeah, he could stop. Sure, no problem. He took a painful step backward and ran his fingers through his hair.
This wasn't exactly how he had planned to tell her that his feelings extended just a little beyond friendship. He stood there a minute and tried to think of something to say that didn't sound idiotic or perverted. He wasn't having much luck.
Halley gaped at him. "Well, don't just stand there. Put it away."
That horrified tone in her voice didn't help his speech-making capabilities. Neither did looking down and seeing his cock, sort of rising there between them.
This was embarrassing. But he really didn't think he could put it away. If he put his hand on himself, there was no telling what might happen, and he didn't think it would fit back in his boxers right now anyway. Like trying to stuff a bull into a cat carrier.
"Just give me a minute." Or twelve or thirteen.
"Evan!" She adjusted her tank top and flushed pink. "I can't just stand here when you're… hanging out."
Hanging was the wrong word. Rearing up was a better way to phrase it. He felt the start of annoyance. She was acting as if he had shown her a box full of worms and tried to make her touch them. "It's not like you haven't seen one before."
"Yeah, but I haven't seen yours."
Actually, she had once when she'd walked in on him changing, but Evan didn't think now was the time to point that out. Instead, he asked her seriously, "Why do you think that is?"
Halley had responded way more enthusiastically to his kiss than he ever would have imagined, which was exactly why they had ended up standing here like this. She had kissed him back so hard and hot that the next thing he'd known, they had been grinding into each other.
Her lips pursed together, and she fanned herself. "Because friends don't show each other body parts."
Evan grinned, feeling relieved despite the grimace on her face. For years he had been afraid that Halley thought of him like a big platonic buddy. That kiss told him differently, and that was all he needed to know. "Maybe we should change that."
To appease her, he moved his cock and gave it a painful shove back into his shorts, where it made a nice tent, stretching the fabric as far as it could go.
"Button the little button."
Now she was pushing it. "No, those things are a pain in the ass. If I button it, then I'm fumbling around trying to unbutton it. When you're in a public rest room, it looks like you're playing with yourself."
She rolled her eyes. "Just keep it where it belongs then."
He grinned, giving her a cocky tilt of his head and a hands-out gesture of acquiescence. "Sweet stuff, I can't think of any better place where it belongs than"
She cut him off, looking more flustered than angry. "That's not funny."
She moved back, away from his reaching arms, and tripped over his garbage can. "Eew. Your apartment's disgusting, by the way. Don't you ever clean?"
Nothing was alive, as far as he knew. That was good enough for him. "Sure, I clean. I cleaned everything top to bottom in May."
"It's August."
And her point was?
"Listen, can we get back to why I'm here?" She tucked her blond hair behind her ears.
"You're the one talking about my cleaning schedule."
"Why… why did you just do that?"
"Do what?"
"Kiss me and everything," she whispered, turning a pretty little pink color.
"I told you. I was comforting you." He smiled slowly at her, watching her eyes go wide and her mouth drop open. He suddenly felt really damn good about his options with Halley. "Did it help?"
She nodded, obviously too stunned by his prowess to speak.
This was it. He could move in for round two. Now that his cover as asexual pal was blown, he might as well take advantage of the situation. He took a step forward, eager to touch her again. "Should I comfort you some more?"
Her head flew back and forth in a vicious shake. Okay, that wasn't good. Maybe her speechlessness was terror that he might touch her again.
"No, I have to get back to work. Now." Halley twisted her earring in her ear and darted her eyes, avoiding his gaze.
Evan sighed. For five years he had been keeping a tight lid on his emotions, and in one morning, he had lost control and gone at her like a sex-starved lunatic. Which he was.
"Halley, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything. I was just trying to make you feel better." He mentally groaned. Crap, that sounded awful. Like he just whipped out his dick whenever anyone was upset.
She blinked. "Oh, well, I do. Feel better. Thanks."
Halley turned and left the kitchen, heading for his front door at a fast clip.
"Give me a couple of hours and I'll have your site fixed."
Her head bobbed up and down, but she didn't look back at him. "Thanks, I really appreciate it."
"No problem." He stood silent, in agony, trying to formulate a better apology. He wouldn't be able to stand it if he lost Halley as a friend. She meant everything to him.
Rubbing her palms on her brown pants, Halley stopped and turned in the front doorway. She opened her mouth, then closed it, probably just to torture him.
"What did you mean about revenge?" she asked.
Something that had seemed like a fun, friendly kind of thing to do together. Before he'd buried himself in her thighs and blown their friendship forever.
"A friend of mine knows who the Three Commandos are. He's going to e-mail me the URL for their website. I thought we could do a little hacking of our own. Fix his website up the way they did yours."
On any other day, one where he hadn't kissed her senseless, Hailey would have said yes. He just knew it. But that frown on her face showed him how much he had risked and lost by listening to his libido.
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br /> "I really have to get back to the office. Maybe… later."
No surprise there. She wanted to get away from him and he couldn't blame her. But it would have been fun to screw around with those guys with Halley next to him, giggling and coming up with evil reverse-hacking suggestions.
His heart ached painfully. He missed her already and she hadn't even left.
Hey, he would just have to do the hacking on his own then. He couldn't stand those cocky shits who ran around the Internet messing with people's heads and/or their websites. Halley didn't deserve to have her business screwed with just for some geeks' jollies, and it was the least Evan could do in the way of an apology.
"I'll call you when I get the site fixed," he said.
"Great," she said with a nervous smile. Then she edged out the door backward as if she were afraid he might make a grab for her and fondle her silly.
"Bye, Evan." With a wave, she took off running, the sound of her sandals slapping down the stairs echoing in his miserable heart.
"Yeah. Bye, Halley."
Kicking his nasty, festering, overflowing garbage can, he sent a half-filled fountain drink skittering across the floor. As it leaked three-day-old Coke on the vinyl, he stomped out of the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom.
The only reason Halley had come to him, her old friend Evan, was to cover up her tits on her website, not to be tortured with his clumsy seduction attempts. He should just fix the site and be done with it.
Or he could stare at the screen all day and fantasize that Halley really was naked in front of him, and he was the cherub.
Evan blinked at the image still on his computer and swore out loud.
Damn, he was hungry.
Comforting her. Evan had been comforting her.
As she ate her lunch, Halley tried to force Evan's kiss out of her mind. She would have had more luck lifting a semitruck with her finger. It was all she could think about.
Evan had been comforting her, and she had leapt on to him like a nympho in a sex video. Admittedly, he had responded after all, she'd felt that thing between her legs and had seen it in all its glory. Impressive glory that it was.
But Evan was a man. And it was hardly surprising that he would get an erection when she was dirty dancing on him. She had long ago determined that men's penises acted independently of the rest of their body, including their brain and heart.
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