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I went to move away, but Evan’s hands shot to the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. “Stay. Please…”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. My heart was beating so hard against my chest, I thought it might rupture.
“You good?”
“Yeah.”
His eyes darkened, drinking me in. “I want to kiss you so much right now. But something’s going on with you. I see it in your eyes.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes fluttering shut, and whispered, “Kiss me.”
CHAPTER17
Evan slidhis hand into mine and pulled me into the building. Even though it was still light outside, darkness cloaked us, but he moved with easy familiarity.
“Evan?” I whispered, straining my eyes to see him. I realized we were in the Funhouse, only we had come through a service door around the back.
He yanked me forward, and I stumbled, but strong hands steadied me. Evan’s laughter filled the eerie silence. “I’ve got you,” he whispered against my hair, and I suppressed a shiver. A burst of light came from his other hand as he shined his cell phone before us, illuminating our path. “Come on, it’s this way.”
Nervous energy bounced around my stomach, and my heart fluttered with anticipation. I’d panicked in the closet—Evan’s words had transported me back to a time I’d forced myself to forget—but this felt different. And I didn’t want to screw it up. Evan was finally here with me, and I wanted to make the most of it. But I couldn’t ignore the little voice in my mind.
“Was it you?” I tugged on his hand, stopping him, and Evan glanced over his shoulder, his eyebrow cocked.
“Was what me?”
“In the mirror room, last week?”
The light from his cell cast eerie shadows over his face, but I was almost certain I saw a slight smirk play on his lips. “Maybe.”
“Evan!” I hissed. Had he been watching me that night? Was he always watching me? And if he was, why?
“Come on.” He didn’t say another word as he guided us to a small back room, and I didn’t ask. Inside what I imagined was once an office, he let go of me and placed his cell down on a dust-covered desk. The glow reflected off the walls cascading shadows over us. “Come here.”
I went to him, letting him draw me into his arms as he leaned against the edge of the table. He made easy work of picking me up and spinning me around until my butt hit the desk. The whole thing rocked under my weight. I gasped, but it held steady.
“Evan?” My mouth was dry.
He swept my hair away from my shoulders and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. My head fell back, overwhelmed by how good it felt, and as his lips traced a path to my earlobe, my body arched into him. “That feels…” I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair, tugging, desperate for his kiss. He moved up, touching his forehead to mine, staring at me with such intensity that shivers worked their way up my spine.
“Are you cold?”
I bit my lip, shaking my head. Evan’s hands skated around to my butt, and he dragged me against him. My legs clasped around his waist, and he hardened against me. I froze, the feel of him too much, but then he was moving us again, and he plopped me down onto an old couch covered with a dusty blanket. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what he was doing, but his face ducked into the sliver of light coming in through a small boarded-up window, and the words fell away as I noted the desire shining in his eyes.
“Is this okay?” His voice was steady, unlike the erratic beat of my heart. My head bobbed, and I swallowed hard as Evan crawled over me, pressing me back against the tattered material. His hand slid under my legs as he lifted them up until I lay flat, and he moved over me. Tracing the contour of my stomach, Evan’s hand dipped underneath my t-shirt, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he covered my breast and squeezed gently. He sealed his mouth over mine. Hard and consuming, it ignited a wildfire inside me, and I looped my arm around Evan’s neck, pulling him closer. But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Something was building in me, consuming me, and I kissed him until I couldn’t think straight.
Overcome with the need to touch him, my hands skated down his broad shoulders, finding the hem of his t-shirt and I yanked it away from his firm stomach. His skin was warm under my fingers, and he groaned as I dipped them into the waistband of his jeans. “Becca,” he rasped. “Fuck.”
A switch flipped, and I became desperate, fighting with the button of his jeans, our kisses growing more frantic. When I finally popped the first button, there was enough room for me to slip inside, and I wrapped a hand around him. “I need you, Evan,” I murmured into his mouth.
It was like an out-of-body experience. I heard myself say the words. The desperation in my voice. The plea. I needed him to erase everything. Memories of that night. The shit with Kendall. The way my heart had twisted when Evan asked if it was true. I needed it all gone—the poison that was slowly gnawing at my insides.
My hand pumped him slowly, and Evan jerked above me. But too quickly, his body went rigid, and he broke off the kiss with a heavy sigh. “Wait,” he said.
I rolled my head to the side and choked out, “Are you kidding me? I thought—”
Evan’s hand moved my hand out of his jeans, and he sat up on the edge of the couch, raking a hand through his hair. The air around me turned cold, matching the ice coursing through my veins. Dousing the flames that burned for him.
“I want to, you have no idea how much I want to, but not here, not like this.”
