Page 42 of Racing Hearts

“Say yes, princess,” I demand as I lean in once more like I’m going to kiss him again, “and I’ll show my gratitude any way you want.”

I feel him wavering, and his head moves ever so slightly, but it’s enough so his lips brush mine. I pull back, and he chases me. “Say yes and you can kiss me all you want.”

“Evan,” he snaps, and his hand cups the back of my head, yanking me closer until my lips crush against his. I relax into his grip, my eyes fluttering closed. It’s demanding and rough until it softens, and then his lips just brush against mine, leaving lingering kisses as if he can’t resist. I know the feeling.

My hands curl into his chest, pulling him closer. I push up from my knees and straddle his lap. His hands drop to my hips, holding me, and then I kiss him back, sliding my tongue between his parted lips. He gasps, pressing my hard body against his. I can feel his length hardening against mine as I groan, sliding my hands up to grip his shoulders as I rub against him until I have to pull back to breathe.

“Yes,” he whispers roughly as I blink, bringing his dark eyes into view. Everything else is forgotten.

“Huh?” I respond, my eyes on his lips, wanting them on me again.

He chuckles darkly. “Yes, rich boy, you can take my picture.”

“I can?” I stutter over the words, trying to remember why that’s important, but it’s not nearly as important as getting his lips back on mine.

One of his hands slides up my back, gripping the nape of my neck as he tugs me closer again and crushes his lips to mine in a hard, swift kiss. “Yes, rich boy, you can take my picture.” He stands, lifting me effortlessly. He only has one arm around me, yet he carries me like I’m weightless. “Get your camera before I change my mind.” His eyes darken as they drop to my lips. “Or I decide I need more convincing, and I let you do what I see in your eyes.” He lowers me down his body until my feet hit the floor.

“Now, Evan,” he orders when I just stare.

Camera. Right.

Pictures.

Fuck.

Who really convinced whom then?

TWENTY-TWO

He stares at me for a moment, his lips bruised from my rough kiss, his hair mussed from my touch. He looks way too fucking handsome for his own good. Turning away before I follow through on my threat, I curl my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching for him. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I want him pressed against me. Instead, I force myself away, lingering near my car as I breathe deeply, trying to push down the desire plaguing me. If he’s taking my picture, then I can’t be hard. That would be fucking weird, but when I turn back to see him fiddling with his camera, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in concentration, my cock jerks, and I have to turn away again.

I chant random shit in my head, trying to fight my need to fuck Evan Shaw, which is stronger than I’ve ever felt since I was a fucking teenager and couldn’t control myself.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks. “Others will have to see them.”

“It’s fine,” I respond gruffly, glancing over my shoulder to see him wandering around, playing with my lighting. He doesn’t have all his equipment, but he seems to make it work, and I watch him as he snaps pictures, testing areas before smiling at me. “Okay then, let’s do this.”

“Where do you want me?” I glance around. Despite my bravado in agreeing, I’m not very photogenic, and he’ll soon realize that.

He heads my way, and I let him lead me around until he’s happy with me before my Skyline. “Okay, can you lean against it?” I lean back, my arms crossed, and he smiles. “Not so stiff. Don’t look so angry.” I relax my arms, and he snaps a picture, looking at me before frowning and heading my way.

His warm hand cups my chin, tilting it down. “Relax, princess. It’s just me. Focus on me, not the lens. Just me. Use your eyes to tell me everything you want to tell me in lieu of words. Just focus on my face and nothing else, okay?”

I watch him step back and smile softly at me as he lifts the camera again. He lines up the shot and then moves his face away so I meet his eyes. “You look so fucking hot, Anders,” he says, and my lips tilt up without me meaning to, and I hear the click.

“Bastard,” I mutter as he chuckles, peering at the photo he took.

“You look good, but something is missing.” He drops his camera and sweeps his eyes over me before he snaps his fingers, and then he grins. “Do you trust me?”

“Not even a little with that look in your eye,” I reply, but I straighten anyway. “What is it?”

“Can you put on those coveralls but, like, tie them at your waist and have your chest bare? We can rub some oil across you and have you posing around the garage. I want grunge. I want it to be you, not some perfect pose. Just you.” Honestly, I was worried when he said naked torso. I know I have nice muscles, but this is different. The fact that he wants this to be authentic to me helps me make up my mind. Plus, there is a twinkle in his eye that makes it very hard for me to say no.

“Give me a second.” Grabbing my coveralls that are still stained, I slip into the bathroom and change, tying them at my waist as I check myself over. They hang low, showing off my abs and Adonis belt, and I worry it’s too much, but when I come out, the appreciation in Evan’s gaze makes it worthwhile. He actually gulps, his eyes on my chest like he can’t look away. The raw hunger in his gaze makes me bite back my smile. Evan Shaw is just as affected by me as I am by him.

“Are you sure this wasn’t for you?” I tease as his cheeks heat, turning an adorable shade of red that I want to see all the time.

“Maybe a little.” He grins. “Okay, oil up, baby.”

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