Because somehow, I think I’m fucking falling for church-girl, and along with that comes the bitter acceptance that if we’re being totally honest, a guy like me does not deserve her.
I take a swig of the beer and shake my head.
Yeah, somehow, teasing and messing with Eva just to get under her skin got her under mine.
And I have no idea how to get her out now.
There’s a knock on the door that drags me out of my thoughts, and scowl as I turn to it. “Fuck off.”
I slump back on the couch, but the knocking comes again. “Fuck off, please?”
The pounding just continues until I stand with a growl and storm for the door and swing it wide.
“Look, leave me the fuck-”
It’s Eva.
Eva with her eyes on fire as she levels them at me.
“What are you-”
She shoves me inside with a finger jabbed at my chest, her face snarling.
“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do, got it?!”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Oh no?”
“No,” she spits.
“Great, well, noted. You should probably leave.”
“Why.”
God she looks good — something about the fire raging across her face and through her bright blue eyes has her looking just fucking gorgeous.
I shake my head. “Because you shouldn’t be here,” I say through clenched teeth, my eyes doing their damnedest not to trail over that body. I can feel myself slipping. I can feel the willpower leaving me already with her standing in my apartment like this, looking like that, with the fire in her eyes.
“Because school isn’t in session, sweetheart, that’s why.” I shake my head. “You can’t just-”
“I will DO what I want!”
She kicks the door shut behind her as she advances on me, her face red, her hair wild, her bright blue eyes shining like stars as she crosses the distance between us.
“I am twenty-one years old, Rowan, and I am done being told what I can and can’t do with my life, okay?! If I want to show up here at whatever time it is, I will!”
“Clearly.”
She ignores me. “If I want to swear, I will!”
I frown. “Um, okay-”
“Fuck! Shit! Asshole!”
I grin.
“And if I want to drink, I will!”
She grabs my beer and knocks it back. She sputters, choking on the huge sip, but she shakes me off, pushing me back when I go to help her.
“Stop it.” She wipes her mouth on the back of her arm. “If I want to do drugs, I-” She whirls around, her eyes wild. “Do you have any drugs?”
“Fresh out of heroin.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, holding my gaze.
Hungrily.
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.
“And if I want to kiss you,” she takes a breath, both of us eye to eye, inches apart, staring at the other, “then I will.”
Her lips are on mine before I can stop her, her moans drowning in my mouth as my arms go around her instinctively, drawing her close and relishing the feel of her under my fingers.
Slowly, I pull away, my jaw tight. “You shouldn’t be here, Eva. You don’t want this with me.”
“The hell I don’t,” she husks against my lips. “I can make my own decisions, Rowan. And I can do whatever I want to do.”
“Yes, you can, but-”
“And what I want is you,” she says quietly.
The fire roars inside of me.
“Careful,” I say, the warning edge in my voice the last of my resistance.
“I am.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing, Eva.”
She pulls me close, her lips pressing tenderly to mine. It’s not erotic, it’s not this passionate make-out kiss, it’s just that.
A simple kiss.
Her lips on mine, and all the tenderness, all the fragility inside of her rests right there on her lips.
And fuck if it isn’t the hottest kiss I’ve ever had.
“Then show me.”
She whispers it, and it’s like the fucking damn breaks down. And this time, there’s no tenderness, no softness to the kiss. This time, I take her lips. This time, I growl as I scoop her against me, my fingers threading in her hair and making her gasp with the fierceness of the way I kiss her hard enough to bruise. I kiss her like it’s my penance, it’s the absolution for the sin we’re about to commit.
This sweet, sweet sin, with her.
She gasps as I pull at her dress, her arms reaching up as I tug it from her shoulders and off her hair. She’s grappling at my t-shirt, shoving it up my abs and my chest, her fingers tracing the muscles and the ink there as her mouth hungrily latches to mine.
Clothes shed, and it’s the beach all over again except this time I’m telling the part of me that’s worried about hurting her to shut the fuck up.