Page 43 of Racing Hearts
Rolling my eyes, I head over to the rag I was using and rub it over my chest, letting it stain my muscles like he wants. He nods but heads over, taking the rag and rubbing some over my cheek and forehead before stepping back, eyeing me.
“Photos,” I remind him when he just continues to stare. He blinks and turns away, blushing, but I can’t help smiling at him so obviously checking me out. Rattling Evan is fun, since he doesn’t usually bat an eyelash at anything I do. He goes toe to toe with me, but seeing him almost shy is ridiculously cute.
Heading back his way, I pose like he showed me and focus on his eyes, not on the camera that makes me stiff and nervous. I just look at him, losing myself in his bright irises. His gaze runs over me obsessively, like I’m the only thing that exists to him. It’s addictive. When I look at myself through Evan’s eyes, I feel important. I feel like someone worthy of love, of being wanted the way he wants me. I’ve never felt good enough, but to him, I’m more than sufficient.
I don’t even notice him snapping pictures, only him moving until he grins widely at me and kisses my cheek. The warmth from his lips lingers on my skin as I lift my hand to capture it. “Amazing. Okay, lean back more and just relax, then move around your garage. Be as natural as possible, and I’ll keep taking pictures. Just imagine?—”
“I’m flirting with you,” I finish, and his grin widens.
“Yeah.” His eyes fall to my lips, and I step back, grinning.
“Then you can’t kiss me again until you’re done taking your pictures,” I murmur, leaning into my Skyline as I eye him hungrily, wishing he were pressed against me again.
He snaps a picture, even as he seems slightly dazed, and I slowly start to relax and have fun. The way his eyes narrow and his desire for me grows with each pose is addictive. I bend over under my hood, then I sit inside the car, my hand on the wheel. I keep going until he drops the camera and closes the distance between us in two steps, kissing me as I laugh.
The sound soon shifts into a moan, and I turn us, backing him into my car, burying my hand in his fucking hair and yanking him closer. His hands slide down my chest hungrily, making my dick jerk as my other hand drops to his hip and slides lower. Grabbing his ass, I haul him against me, making him moan my name, and it only spurs me on.
Pulling away, I open the back door to the Skyline and crawl in, dragging him with me. I want him in my car. I want his scent to fill it so every time I look back here, I’ll remember. I forget all the reasons why I shouldn’t do this, all my concerns and the past, and for this moment, I just let myself live and take what I want—Evan Shaw.
I pull him onto my lap so he’s straddling me, his head above mine. His bright eyes shine, and I swear I can hear his heart pounding, but that could be mine. He looks so fucking pretty above me, with my hands on his perfect skin. Sliding one down his side, I grip the base of his shirt and tug it up. “Off,” I order, my voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it, but I can’t stop. I need his skin on mine more than I need my next breath.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he leans back and grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it up and off, throwing it away so his chest is bare for me.
Sitting back, I greedily trace his muscles with my eyes. He’s built—not as thick as me, but he has muscles I know took time to build. I glance up to his eyes as I lift my hand and press it against his chest. I can feel his heart racing through his skin, and as I slide my big palm down between his pecs and over his abs, he sucks in a breath, his teeth catching his lip again. I arch up and bite down until he releases it. “I told you,” I mutter, gripping his sides as I pull him closer. “Don’t bite this lip, it’s mine.”
Our kiss turns desperate, our teeth clashing as our hands drag over each other’s skin like we can’t get enough. My car rocks with the force of our bodies meeting as he rolls his hips above me, moaning my name. It’s all greedy hands and desperate touches, and I fucking love it.
I love feeling his hard skin under my hands, the unyielding muscles and soft noises he makes and the pressure of his dick against mine.
It’s fucking amazing, and I lose myself in him, forcing Evan closer still, needing more.
My phone buzzes, breaking us apart. We pant as our eyes meet, and we burst into laughter. Scrambling for my ringing phone, I answer without looking as Evan leans into me, curling into my chest. He places a kiss on my throat, and my smile only grows.
“What?” I bark roughly.
“Dude, you know most people say hi, right?” Alice snaps. “Bring home burritos.”
“No,” I retort.
“Yes.” She hangs up.
Groaning, I throw my phone away and wrap my arms around him. “My sister is a cockblocker.”
His chuckle makes goose bumps rise across my skin. “I could go for a burrito.”
My smile only grows, and I kiss his shoulder, holding him tighter to me. I want this moment to last forever. Here, in the darkness, nothing else matters, nothing but him in my arms.
“Burritos it is then, baby,” I tell him. “Just give me five more minutes.”
His happy sigh makes me kiss the top of his head as his hands stroke my sides, and my eyes close as my head hits the back of my seat. My cock is hard, but my heart is happy.
How could something that makes me feel this alive ever be wrong?
TWENTY-THREE
I’m floating. There is no other way to describe it.
I have never felt this happy. I might not be telling people about us right now, but us keeping this a secret only makes it more exciting. Every stolen moment, lingering touch, or look leaves me breathless, and when we kiss?