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Nostrils flaring, he reaches out and presses the emergency stop button without taking his eyes off me.
The elevator stops, the six-by-six space feeling smaller with him in it. He crowds me against the wall, his body heat wrapping around me until I want to lean into him as much as I want to push him away.
“You have a snarky mouth.”
“Pot, meet kettle,” I tell him.
He angles impossibly closer. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
My mother. My sisters. My father. All of my teachers…
“So what?”
He responds with a quick dip as he claims my lips with his.
Oh, shit.
CHAPTER 5
EVAN
Fuck.
She tastes as good as she did last night.
No. Scratch that.
She tastes better.
It takes me a minute to place her signature flavor. Cupcakes. But there’s more. A complexity, an undercurrent of rebellion. A spice not usually associated with my favorite birthday treat. And her lips against mine deliver on a promise made in sin.
I lean into her, cupping her jaw with both hands, and tilt her head into a position that allows me to drag my lips along the softly scented skin there.
“You drive me insane,” I growl, nipping at the spot below her earlobe, holding her tighter when her knees buckle. Not like I’ll let her fall.
My control snapping, I pin her hips with mine, my dick reaching for her heat, my hips pulsing against her.
“Evan.” Her moan calls my attention back to her mouth, begging me to claim her lips once more and tangle my tongue with hers.
The call of my name on her lips is an aphrodisiac I can’t deny, and I drag my hands down until my fingers flex against the flesh of her hips, digging in through the skintight leather pants that have driven me abso-fucking-lutely insane since she stepped out of her apartment building.
It took everything I had not to trace the smooth material up her long legs until I could find the silk of her skin. My dick has been hard since that initial thought and is now painfully digging into my zipper.
A sharp sting drags my attention back to the present and the woman digging her nails into the back of my neck, as lost in this moment as I am.
“Fuck.” I break the kiss and trace hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and collarbone, then drop to where the swell of her breasts spills from her shirt.
“Did you wear this to get my attention?” I growl against her cleavage and explore with my tongue.
Her hips lift and press against mine, her ragged breathing obliterating all rational thought.
“Yes.” She wraps one leg around my hip and pulls me closer.
I groan at the way the move makes her rub against my dick, even as I want to laugh at her audacity.
“Honest?” I ask and reward her admission with another swipe of my tongue while I grab both globes of her ass, lifting slightly and rubbing against the center seam of her pants.
“Mm-hmm.” Leaving one hand in place, she pulls back and drops the other to cup me through the denim, and I swear to Christ my eyes roll back in my head at the pressure.
