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“I know no such thing, Miss Murdock.”
“I already told you to call me Kendall.” I turn to face him, putting both hands on his shoulders. “Say it with me. Kendall. Kendall.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Miss Murdock, you need some rest and a lot of painkillers.”
“You’re laughing! I can’t believe you’re not a robot!”
Blake rolls his eyes and takes my hands off his shoulders. I take another step into the room, cackling when I stumble and he catches me again. Blake shakes his head but there’s still a smile showing.
“Good night?” Evan asks as he appears in the living room, water droplets dripping from his hair and down his bare chest.
I squeeze my thighs together as heat rushes to my core. “Pretty good.”
Blake sighs and stands upright, looping his arm around my waist. “When I walked in, she was on top of the bar, and she was taking a shot out of some woman’s cleavage.”
The way Evan’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead has me laughing and nearly falling over again.
“Don’t be so uptight,” I say, wriggling my way out of Blake’s grasp. “You might look like you have a stick up your ass most of the time, but I bet you used to have fun when you were younger.”
Evan rolls his eyes and looks at Blake. “You can go home for the night. Thank you for taking care of her while I got work done.”
“I don’t need anyone taking care of me.”
Evan sighs as Blake takes off before he’s asked to do anything else. When Evan turns to me, I hold my head high and walk toward the stairs. I don’t need him to take care of me and I’m going to prove it to him.
It feels like I’m walking across the deck of a ship on a rolling ocean. I hold my arms out for balance and I think it’s working until I fall down.
“What was that about not needing anyone to take care of you?” Evan asks as he picks me up like I weigh nothing and sets me on my feet.
There’s something hot about a man who can pick me up and throw me around.
“Kendall, if you keep looking at me like that, we’re going to have a problem.”
I smile and reach out to trace the swirling lines of black ink on his abs. His muscles flex beneath my hand as I trace the skull that’s tattooed there before moving on to the flowers that surround it.
Evan stands still as I trace my way around more skulls and flowers, trying to figure out which skulls are what animals. I focus hard on running my hands along the lines, tracing the pictures permanently etched onto his skin.
Just when I’m near the hem of his shorts again, Evan grabs my hands and holds them above my head. Excitement rolls through me as he pins me back against the wall, his body inches from mine.
Heat flows between us as his gaze drops to my mouth. It travels lower as he takes in the way the dress hugs my body. When he looks back up at me as I continue to run my hands along his body, I can see that he is toeing a very thin line.
I want to push him across that line. For just one moment, I want him to step across that line. The second that he does, I’m not going to hold back.
“Kendall, I know what you’re thinking but nothing good can come of this,” Evan says, his voice husky as he looks down at me, his face inches from mine.
“How would you know what I’m thinking?”
“Because I’m thinking the exact same thing.”
I smile at him and get on my toes, not thinking twice about what I’m doing. When my mouth meets his, his groan is low as he pushes my body back against the wall. He keeps my hands high above my head, his cock rubbing against me as he nips at my bottom lip.
Moaning, I hook one leg around his hip, drawing him closer to me. The skirt of my dress rides up until his cock is grinding against my pussy in a way that drives me insane.
His free hand slides down my body to grip the knee that’s against his hip. His fingers move down my bare thigh, slipping just beneath the hem of my dress. Heat pools in my core as his hand trails slightly higher.
I rock my hips, rubbing against him. The single motion is enough to make him go completely stiff. He grips my thigh, unwinding it from around his hip.
“Nope.” Evan pulls back from the kiss and takes a step back, letting my wrists go. “That was wrong. You’re drunk. I shouldn’t have allowed it to get that far.”
