He brings both of his hands to each side of my face. His grip is firm as his long fingers snake into the back of my hair, pulling it tightly to turn my head up to him as he crowds over me. He runs his thumb under each side of my face, slowly caressing my cheeks. He runs his thumb across my lip and my knees go weak. Immediately, my mouth parts in a desperate gasp.
“Don’t play coy with me, Angel,” he warns.
“Me? Playing coy? How dare you assume that I-”
He slips his pad of his thumb into my talking mouth, and I almost fall apart as he tips my head back, looking down at me. I’ve never enjoyed this kind of intimacy before – the way he looks at me with fire in his eyes, the power he has over my body. I should not be enjoying it, especially because it’sEvan’shands that are invading my face. He pins me against the pillar with his hips and I can feel him through his trousers.
“See how much I like it when you’re quiet?” he rasps. “Can’t talk now, can you, Scar?”
A strange whimper comes from the back of my throat, and I disguise it by biting on his thumb. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he withdraws his finger and strokes it under my eye. My chest is heaving now, my eyes silently begging him forsomething.He’s tripped me up and I need to regain control, but I justcan’t.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His strong hands pull my head forward and he leans down so we’re eye level, our noses basically touching. I’m frozen with lust as his breath moves over the base of my throat and he actually kisses me there.
Once.
Twice.
I’ve broken him.
Officially.
This is it. This is what I wanted right? I just didn’t expect to enjoy it either.
“Pretty, sweet, Scarlett.”
“I’m not,” I seethe, instantly getting defensive.
“Not what, pretty girl?”
“Sweet.”
“You are on the inside,” he says, still kissing my neck. I can’t ask him to stop. Hell, I don’t think I want to. My hands fumble for something to hold onto and I settle on holding onto his lapels, keeping him close to me. My neck is so sensitive to his touch, and it feels like my whole body lights up at the sensation.
“And what about on the outside,” I ask breathlessly.
“Fucking lethal.”
I've never cared much for words of affirmation, but there’s something about the way Evan says it that turns me inside out. He says it like it’s true.
I try to turn my head to catch his lips but he’s just a breath away, not touching me just yet. He's teasing me. Making me work for it. It was even up until now. Until one of us makes the final move.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I ask out of impatience, my voice sounding old and scratchy.
“Maybe,” he whispers, brushing his cheek against mine and inhaling my scent. “I haven’t decided yet.”
“What do you mean ‘maybe?’ It’s either yes or no, Branson. Because I can find someone else to do it if you’re going to keep-”
He stops my rambling with a firm grip on both sides of my face, forcing me to look directly into his green eyes.We're both staring at each other, breathing heavily, the energy between us crackling like fireworks.
There’s something about him that lights me up on the inside, making me feel like I’m somehow refracting light through every opening of my body.
“Fuck it,” he mutters.
My mouth parts in exasperation before he captures my lips with his in a strong battle of dominance. My eyes widen in surprise as I register thathislips are on mine. Evan Branson's perfect, hot, wet lips are on mine, and I don't care. In fact, I encourage it.
He tips my head back to deepen the kiss as his tongue runs across the entrance of my mouth, teasing and retreating while I melt into his touch. It's a frustrating feeling, but it makes me want it even more. I pull on the hair at the back of his head and he groans happily in response. So, he likes it when I touch his hair. Good to know. Because this definitely won’t be happening again.
Kissing Evan is like seeing the end, but being happy that you spent this moment with him. There is no easy way to say this - kissing Evan feels like fucking. Kissing Evan might be the only thing keeping me sane right now.
