Chapter 22

TWENTY-TWO

H e 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."

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?