Page 63 of Crave Me

CHAPTER 15

Wren

Evan doesn’t move. I supposed he’s stunned stupid. But I mean what I say. Every night I leave, it’s like I leave a part of me behind. At first, that nagging feeling made me think I forgot to send an email or prepare a document he might need. But when that nagging feeling continued without cause, I realized the one thing I was leaving without was him.

I wanted to bang my head against the steering wheel when it finally hit me. Not that this isn’t a good thing. It’s just, I don’t know, new. I’m used to assholes like Bryant. But Evan isn’t him. Every time we say goodbye, I have to fight the urge to run back to him.

“You’re not saying anything,” I tell him, smoothing the hair along his temple.

“Only because I have no intention of returning to my office.”

“But you have to,” I remind him.

“No, I don’t,” he says, leaning in to kiss me.

I press my hand against his chest, keeping him in place where his lips linger over mine. “I know what this company means to you, bossman, and I won’t keep you from your work. Take your time, I promise to wait.”

“Don’t call me bossman.” He winks. “Unless we’re in bed.”

His mouth immediately seizes mine, his tongue pushing through in one rough stroke. This isn’t our typical good night kiss. This kiss is more like the ones we sneak in his office when we’re alone, in between meetings when our hands wander and the thrill of getting caught heightens our senses. He palms my ass, the motion possessive and filled with masculine power.

If I told him to stop, he would. But, just like the other day when I brought in his lunch and kissed him hello and he pulled me onto his lap, I don’t want him to stop. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t.

I pull away, my lips swelling from one hell of a kiss. I hold up my hand when he tries to follow. “Are you clean?”

“What?” He waits, realizing what I’m asking. “Yes, you don’t have to worry about anything, beautiful.”

“I’m clean, too,” I tell him. “And I’m on birth control. I don’t want to use a condom tonight unless you want to—”

I barely get the last word out before he’s all over me again. “No condoms,” he says, speaking low against my ear as he tugs the lobe with his teeth. “I want to feel you completely when I’m inside of you.”

Between the flicks of his tongue, that accent, and his comment I seriously almost orgasm. Somehow, I ease away. “Give me time to get ready for you, and I promise I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”

The halogen lights of the parking deck bleach our faces, but don’t quite suppress the blush claiming his gorgeous face. “Anything?” he asks.

I look at him dead in the eyes. “Anything,” I promise.

I lean in for quick kiss. Well, at least I mean it to be quick. Evan deepens it, fusing our lips and pushing me against the side door. The hard bulge building in his pants ram me in the stomach, begging me to spread my legs.

Holy shit. Every minute Sister Marguerite spent during health class, proselytizing about the sins of the flesh and burning in hell if we surrender to it, is wasted. Fire and brimstone is looking pretty damn good seeing as I’m seconds from having sex, standing up, in a Goddamn parking deck.

He wrenches himself away when the double-doors leading toward the elevator fling open and a few staff members file out. My F-150 shields us, giving us time to compose ourselves, but just barely.

“Good evening, Mr. Johan, Miss O’Brien,” they say at once.

Evan nods politely from where he’s leaning over the hood of my ride with his hands clasped, appearing to pause in the middle of an intense conversation and not an intense moment.

I’m leaning against the door with my arms crossed, nodding like I’m agreeing and not thinking about the giant erection ready to bust through his pants.

He buries his hands through his hair as they step out of earshot. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he tells me.

“You’re right,” I say, yanking open the door. “Why don’t we hop inside and you can show me.”

He groans, dragging his hand down his face. “You’re forgetting the cameras,” he says, motioning to the one perched on the closest pillar. “Not that I did a better job of remembering.”

“Oh, the cameras. Yeah.” I tug on his arm. “Why didn’t you remember? You’re supposed to be the reasonable one.”

The dark and lustful look he pegs me with immediately erases my smile. “Any semblance of reason is lost the moment I touch you,” he tells me.

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