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What was I doing? If he rejected me again, I wasn’t sure I’d survive. But he had opened up tonight, given me a piece of himself, and I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to make him forget.
Iwanted to forget with him.
“Becca.” I was almost certain it was a warning, his attempt to stop things before they went too far, but I only heard the quiet plea lingering in his voice. Gliding my hand further up his chest, I rested it over his galloping heart, and whispered, “I want to forget too.”
Evan’s hands tightened around me. “Come on.” He led me to his bedroom, closing the door behind us. Light streamed in through the blinds from the streetlamp outside, casting shadows over us as we stood in darkness. “Do you need to call your mom?”
“I texted her. She knows I’m safe.” My voice quivered. She thought I was at Lilly’s.
“Are you nervous?” His eyes darkened, and I swallowed hard, shaking my head from side to side.
I wasn’t nervous being here with Evan, but I was nervous about what was going to happen. Every cell in my body hummed, trying to remind me of the lurking danger. But Evan wasn’thim. Evan would never hurt me. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I did.
He stalked toward me, and then he was kissing me, his hands buried in my diner-scented hair. Our tongues danced, teasing and licking, and before I had time to think about it, Evan pushed me down on the bed, covering my body with his. “You drive me insane,” he whispered against my lips.
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask why he ignored me today, but one of his hands skated down my body, finding the sliver of skin between my candy-pink shirt and pants, and my head rolled back. “Evan,” I moaned as he stroked my stomach.
“Shh.” He eased off me, moving to lie beside me. “I’ve got you.” His hands inched my pants down, gliding between my legs.
A shiver worked its way through my body as Evan kissed me deeper. His fingers hooked into my panties, and when he dipped one inside me, I gasped, curling my hand into the sheet.
He pulled back. “Is this okay?”
Dragging my lip between my teeth, I nodded, and his lips curved into a playful smirk. Evan covered my mouth again, pressing his finger deeper. The hand between us reached for him, feeling the outline of his dick. A deep groan worked its way up his throat as I kneaded him through his jeans.
“Wait,” he rasped, and my heart stopped.Not again.My eyes shuttered, waiting for him to change his mind. “Becca.” His nose brushed across the tip of mine. “Let me take care of you first.”
Oh, my.I peeked an eye open. Evan watched me, fire burning in his gaze. His finger slid in and out, and when he pressed another inside, I bucked up off the bed. He chuckled, kissing me again, working me faster and circling his thumb over my clit.
“Oh God,” I panted, waves of pleasure rolling through me, pushing me to the brink.
“Come for me, Becca.” His words were my undoing, and Evan swallowed my cries as I crashed over the edge.
Tucking me into him, Evan wrapped his arm around my waist while my heart calmed. He pressed a kiss to my neck, and we lay there in silence. I felt different. Content.
But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.Neededmore. I needed to know that this was real. That it wasn’t a game or some sick attempt to break me. I needed to know that Evan felt the same, that he wanted me the way I wanted him. I wanted to cling to the feelings he evoked in me and never let them go. It was scary, intense, and confusing, but Evan had stoked a fire within me that refused to extinguish.
Turning in his arms, I looped my arm around his neck and kissed him while dropping my other hand to his jeans. He didn’t stop me when I popped the button. Or when I reached inside and grasped him in my hand. He didn’t say no when I started pumping him in rhythm with our kisses. And it occurred to me that maybe Evan needed this as much as I did—he just didn’t give in to his emotions as easily as I did.
“Fuck, Becca,” he rasped as I stroked him up and down, relishing the power of making him feel. But it didn’t last long. Evan’s fingers slipped inside me again, and I was lost.
“Don’t stop,” I urged, pressing closer, riding his hand as I worked him with mine.
Evan watched me, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole my breath as we touched one another.
“Show me how you like it,” I whispered.
His eyes flared at my request, and he covered my hand with his and together, we jerked him until his breathing turned heavy, his lids half-mast with pleasure. “Jesus, Becca, it feels so good.”
Pride swelled inside me. This was how it was supposed to be. Like crashing into someone, knowing that they would be there to catch you.
“Evan,” I cried, another orgasm slamming into me.
“I got you.” He kissed me, stealing my little moans and whimpers. “I got you, Becca.”
And I believed him.
