Page 44 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

Evan is surprised by the action at first, considering I just pushed him away from me, but deepens the kiss by pushing his tongue through my parted lips. For a few minutes, this is all we do while he roams his hands over my curves.

He pulls his mouth away from mine, pressing tender kisses along my jaw, and goes further down until he reaches the neckline of my t-shirt. I expect him to stop there, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grips the edge of the shirt and tugs it over my head.

The fabric falls to the floor, but I can’t focus on where it lands because he’s creating a trail with his tongue along the outline of my breasts. I let my head fall back against the wall he’s got me pressed against, then arch myself into him.

“I think this is a perfect way to end the night,” he rasps into the darkness while slowly easing my bra straps down my shoulder.

He brings a long arm around me, unclasping the garment with a quick snap of his fingers, and it frees my breasts from their hold. I’m in a daze, watching him through the tiny sliver of light as he leans forward and swirls his tongue slowly over one nipple.

My body is vibrating with need and all I want is to be closer to him.

This is crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this right now. The only thing I should be doing is trying to figure out who’s going after him.

Evan drops his hands to my hips now, fiddling with the edge of my waistband and teasing me with his next action. I shift my hips, begging him silently to take my pants off, and he obliges without a word.

He seems to be as eager as I am.

The sound of my zipper being pulled down echoes in the room, and I gasp when he pushes his hand beneath my panties, his fingers rolling over my clit in what feels like slow motion. I need more.

While he keeps moving his fingers over my sensitive bud, I drop my legs from around him and place my feet flat on the floor so I tug my pants the rest of the way off. He watches me, fire blazing in his eyes that shine in the darkened corner, and when I’ve finally stepped out of the fabric, he slams his lips against mine.

His hand is still cupping my pussy, fingers gliding through my center easily, and I suck in a sharp breath when he pushes a thick digit into my entrance.

“Shit,” he mutters against my lips. “You’re already so wet for me, Mia.”

I reach forward, fumbling for the front of his pants, and when I’ve finally got hold of it, I eagerly unfasten them to push them down his legs. He steps back enough that his lips are still fused with mine, my body being held against the wall while he is also able to step out of the pants.

We’re really going to do this.

Before he comes back toward me, his lips part from mine, and he sighs heavily. “There’s no turning back, Mia. Tell me to stop.”

Is he insane?

That’s definitely not happening.

Instead of answering, I slam my lips back against his and give him my silent answer. He understands, his free hand coming to one breast and massaging it frantically. Before anything can happen, he pulls away from me and leans toward his pants for something.

When I hear the foil packet being ripped open, I’m just thankful one of us had their heads on straight enough to worry about a condom.

I’m breathing heavily, watching under the very dim lighting in the distance as he rolls the condom over his thick length, and I look him in the eyes as he steps forward. My back is still against the wall, my skin sticking to it from the sweat rolling off my frame, and I’ve never felt better than I do right now.

He reaches a hand back, clasping it around the back of my neck, and at the same time slams himself into me in one hard thrust. I’m not sure when he took my panties off, but there’s nothing stopping him from giving me exactly what I’ve been craving.

“God, you feel so perfect,” Evan grinds out, rocking his hips against me slowly as he takes in the feel of me around him.

It’s been years, yet feels like no time has passed at all.

I spread my fingers over his back, digging my nails into his skin roughly until he sucks in a sharp breath, and I moan loudly when he shoves himself deeper inside of me. If it weren’t for everyone being out of the building, I’m sure they would be able to hear me right now.

“I want you to look at me,” he says breathlessly, his forehead pressing against mine as he continues to thrust inside of me at a frantic pace.

I’m not sure how I manage to look into his eyes, but I do it anyway.

There’s emotion swirling in them, calling out to me, but my release is taking over all common sense, and I can’t pinpoint what they are.

I’ll worry about that later.

Evan grunts with his thrusts, then slowly eases one of my hands into his palm and threads our fingers together while bringing the hand above my head. I’m weak for this man, there’s no use in denying that.

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