Page 82 of Billion Dollar Revenge

His lips capture mine, and I sink into his body. Our kiss is slow and all-consuming, so much so, my toes curl inside my shoes.

He breaks our kiss, leaving me panting.

“We better get inside before Gram gets upset.” He winks.

“I’ve heard her desserts are amazing.”

I’m ready to taste her baking. Nova hasn’t stopped raving about it.

He nods. “The best.”

We turn and begin walking back through the garden.

My fingers graze something, and a sharp sting hits my forefinger.

“Ow.”

I look at my bleeding finger and suck on it.

“Let me look,” he says, turning me to face him.

“No.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Just a scratch.” I try to wave it off.

“No, come, let me fix it.”

My lips lift into a smile at his gruff command. I don’t bother arguing because Evan will get his way and, honestly, I like this nurturing side of him. It’s foreign and endearing.

He takes me to the bathroom and turns on the water, guiding my finger underneath it. His focus is on my finger, but my focus is on his side profile. The strong jaw, crooked nose, and dusting of a five o’clock shadow make me ache.

“I shouldn’t have taken you out there,” he grumbles.

“It’s a garden. It’s my fault for not paying attention.”

“Next time be careful.”

“Do you know how sexy it is when you get this worried about me?” I whisper.

He stops the water and grabs a bandage from under the sink, putting it on and adding pressure.

Stepping in front of me, his eyes hold mine, backing me so my ass hits the sink, causing my pulse to skyrocket.

“I more than worry about you.” He leans forward and runs his nose along my neck, and my skin prickles with goosebumps. “I like you.”

“I like you too.” My voice is breathy, giving away just how much I want him.

“You're a bad girl right now.”

I nod slowly. There’s no denying my desire for him.

He brings his fingers to my neck, gently squeezes, and whispers, “Later. I’ll show you just how much I like you.”

The promise in his voice leaves me shuddering. He steps back, and I close my parted lips, swallowing a whine. Without another word, he finishes dressing my cut, leaving our tension surrounding us.

“Now it won’t get infected.”

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