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She relaxed into me and continued moving to the music. I didn’t care that I looked all kinds of awkward because it was the closest Becca had let me get since the night we’d been together. My fingers dug into her hips at the memory, anchoring her to me, but she didn’t move. She didn’t fight me off or give me hell. She just continued to soak up the atmosphere. I didn’t want to push her or be a jerk, but I was a guy, and she was here, pressed up against me, looking all kinds of hot.
Did she feel it too?
The pulse of electricity between us, the spark?
Becca hadn’t been wrong when she’d accused me of using her to forget about all the shit going on in my life, but it was more than that with us. We both knew it, and deep down, I think that was why she was so reluctant to give me a second chance.
We had a shot at something real.
Something messy and ugly and raw—and that terrified her. Hell, it terrified me. Becca hadn’t grown up in a place like Credence, but she’d ended up here for a reason. If she’d just let me in… If she’d trust me with whatever it was she was hiding, I could help. I could be there for her.
Maybe that made me a selfish bastard, dragging her into my fucked-up life, but she made breathing easier. She made everything a little bit easier, and I hadn’t expected—or even wanted—it to happen, but I needed her.
I needed her more than she would ever know, so if there was even a tiny chance she would let me back in, I would take it.
Starting with right now.
CHAPTER15
BECCA
Adrenaline pulsed through me,swirling with desire. I was drunk on it. Evan was here with his arms firmly around my waist and his solid chest pressed against my back. My eyes closed as I relished the feel of him. But all too quickly, he released me, and a moan of protest slipped from my lips.
He moved around me, his gaze darkening as it swept down my body. Evan took my hand, tugging me from the crowd and out of the bar. He didn’t stop until we were hidden away in the shadows around the side of the building.
“Fuck, Becca.” It came out a low growl as he raked a brisk hand over his head. Back and forth as if he was at war with himself. His eyes were filled with longing, but it was mixed with something else. Anger? Frustration?
“Evan, I—” I tugged my sweater down, suddenly feeling exposed.
I wanted to know what the hell he was doing here. Had Malachi snitched me out to him? But my questions dried on my tongue as Evan moved closer until just a sliver of space remained between us.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” His breath feathered across my skin, sending shivers racing up my spine. My fingers reached out, curling into his black t-shirt to pull him closer.
I hadn’t meant to do it, and somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice urged me to stop, to think about this, but I was past the point of no return. When his hands looped around my waist in the bar and he’d pulled me flush against his back… I. Was. Done.
One kiss.
I made a silent promise to myself that it would just be one kiss. I would give myself one more kiss. My eyes dropped to his mouth as he hovered only millimeters away from my face.
“What do you want, Becca?”
When I didn’t answer, Evan’s lips danced across mine, so softly I almost missed it. But then he was there, pressed hard against me.
Strong legs caged me against the wall. His hands traced up my arms, spearing themselves in my hair, as his mouth moved over mine, urgent and demanding. And I kissed him back. With all the frustration and hurt I felt, I kissed him back until we were a blur of ragged breaths and soft moans.
Evan was stronger than I was because he broke away first, touching his head to mine and dragging air into his lungs as if he was barely in control. I felt the change in him—his restraint snapping back into place—but I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to hash out everything that had happened. I just wanted to feel something…anything.
“Becca, I—”
I crushed my lips to his, pushing my tongue into his mouth and smiling to myself when he complied. Evan pressed us harder against the wall until our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, while his hands traced down my face, finding the neckline of my sweater. His lips followed, tracing a trail of kisses along my collarbone and bare shoulder.
“God, I missed you,” he murmured, his mouth never leaving my skin.
My head fell back against the wall with a thud, but I didn’t feel anything other than Evan’s warm, wet kisses. My hands smoothed over his broad shoulders and down his jacket. There were too many layers between us, too many barriers. Desperate fingers skimmed across the waistband of his jeans, dipping underneath his t-shirt. My hand connected with smooth muscle, and Evan sucked in a sharp breath.
I smiled again. Evan was an enigma: quiet and solitary. He didn’t let people in. Yet, purposely or not, he’d pulled me into his world. There was no denying that. And from the way he was touching me and kissing me, I wanted so much to believe that it was real, that the past few weeks hadn’t been all part of some game. But I needed to know the truth… Before we went any further, I needed to know everything.
“Evan.” I snatched my hands away and cupped his jaw, pulling his face level with mine. “Why didn’t you tell me about her?”
