Page 23 of Necessary Evil

“I think he’s covering for his partner,” he said.

They watched as Jules came out with a box that she placed on Lucy’s hood. For the most part, Burke talked and Jules listened. Every now and then she’d shrug. She went around to work on the taillight and Burke followed.

“What do you think he’s saying to her?” she asked.

“Probably offering to pay your bill.”

“McKinley should be the one who pays for it.” Indignant, Lucy tried to turn around, but Evan distracted her by pushing his hand up under her shirt. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Seeing if your skin is as soft as I remember it,” he murmured, sliding his palm over her stomach.

She quivered at the teasing touch. “I thought we decided this wasn’t a good idea.”

“It’s not,” he agreed, “but I can’t help it. Good thing you’re not wearing a sexy cocktail dress today.”

“Why?” she asked, her throat dry as his teeth grazed her earlobe.

“Because it would be up around your waist right now.”

Lucy swallowed hard. “Evan,” she whispered.

“I think about you,” he said, still speaking low into her ear. The quiet rumble of his voice made her tremble. Both his hands were now under her shirt. “I think about touching you and making you moan my name.”

“Evan,” she said with a soft giggle.

“Not like that.” He kissed her neck and she tilted her head.

Right there. Just like that.Lucy sighed in pleasure. It had been a long time since she’d let someone kiss her like this. She had been haunted by Evan. They had been tap-dancing around this for so long, it was almost a relief to give in. No one compared to him. She needed this. She needed him. It didn’t have to be forever. Just one night and they could go back to pretending that this intensity between them was all in their heads.

He cupped both her breasts and squeezed. “I want these in my face.”

Her body, of its own volition, swayed back against him. Lucy shuddered when she found him hard for her.

Yes! He wants me too.

It would’ve been terrible if she’d been the only one feeling this crazy desire. She circled her hips and was rewarded by his approving moan. He rubbed his palms over her nipples and she hissed in pleasure. It wasn’t enough.

“Do you think about me, Lucy?” He nibbled on her neck, taking the skin between his teeth and sucking on it briefly before letting go.

“Every now and then.” Every time I masturbate. Her voice was shaky and she arched into his caresses.

“I think about how you let me touch you that night. It makes me wonder if I made you wet.”

Evan flipped up her bra and covered her breasts with his hands.

“Evan,” she squeaked as pleasure shot through her.

“I’ve been thinking about your tits.” Evan rocked into her, pressing his erection into the curve of her ass. “I want to see them bounce while you’re on my cock.”

His crude words only turned her on more. Wet? Hell yes, and about to come as soon as he paid more attention to her nipples and the restless moves she was making against the hard thrusts of his body.

She whimpered when he left her breasts to unbutton her shorts. “Is this a game to you?” Lucy asked. “Are you going to get me all hot and bothered again and then leave?”

“Depends,” he said against her temple. He pushed his hand down the front of her panties. Lucy spread her legs and reached up to hold on to his head when his fingers delved into her pussy. “Are you going to start talking about marriage and kids again or dump a beer in my crotch?”

She tugged on his hair and went up on her toes when he flicked through her folds.

“Fuck,” he ground out. “You’re soaked.”

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