Testing The Boss(12)

She heard him grunt right before he toppled over. But he didn’t let go, and as he landed solidly on his back, he pulled her down with him.

Evelyn sprawled on top of Luke, landing on her back. She tried to get up, but he wouldn’t let her go. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she muttered as she tried to jerk out of his grasp, but his fingers were unrelenting.

“I’m winning,” he muttered right before he jerked her to the side until her back was planted on the floor and he twisted over until he straddled her, one knee on either side of her stomach. She immediately went in for a punch, but this time he was ready for her and caught her wrists before he pinned them above her head.

She tried to free herself, but he was leaning into her and she had no leverage to account for his bulk holding her down. She forced herself to relax and let her head fall onto the hardwood beneath her. “Are you proud of yourself?”

He smiled down at her. “You have no idea.”

“Congratulations,” she bit out. “You beat a girl.”

“I didn’t just beat a girl. I beat you. Much more satisfying.”

“I didn’t gloat this much when you were on your ass.”

“Maybe you should’ve pinned me down. Now I can gloat as long as I want to.”

“I only pin down the guys I want to...” She trailed off as she realized the dangerous turn the conversation had taken. She suddenly became intensely aware of the exact position they were in. She was half naked and could feel every inch of Luke through his thin pants and was suddenly feeling even more of him...

Her eyes widened and met his. “Luke,” she whispered. “What are you—”

He bent down and pressed his lips against hers. Unlike his aggressive pose, his lips were soft and gentle against hers.

Evelyn froze in shock underneath him. Good Lord, why was Luke Devereaux kissing her? And why did it feel so good?

Luke lifted his head and Evelyn opened her eyes she didn’t even realize she’d closed. Was he going to apologize? He should apologize. That was uncalled for and unprofessional and un—

He kissed her again. But this time shock didn’t take over. Something else deep inside bubbled to the surface and she kissed him back. He still maintained control over her hands, but she ran her tongue over the seam of his lips playfully before she met his aggressive kiss.

He groaned deep in his throat as he released her wrists to skim his palms over the delicate skin of her wrists and upper arms before going lower, along the curve of her breasts and waist.

It felt as if his hands were all over her and it only stoked the fire. Evelyn stopped herself from thinking too hard about who it was who was running his palms against her bare skin and ass. Instead, she cupped his face and pulled him closer as she let all her frustration and aggravation out.

Luke pulled away and cursed under his breath. Before she could ask why he stopped, he’d hopped up and lifted her effortlessly into his arms, crossing the few steps it took to get to her bed, and dropped her onto her mattress.

In a heartbeat, he was back on her, kissing her as if she were the only woman on the planet. But a part of her competitive streak kicked in, and before he could settle his weight on her, she pushed at his shoulder, rolling him over while never once breaking off their kiss.

He groaned deep in his throat as she settled on top of him, her hips over his, his erection pressing her core as she started to trail kisses along his jawline to nibble at his ear.

“Damn it, Evelyn,” he bit out as he moved against her. Only a few thin layers of clothes separated them. She was overcome with the sudden need to remove those layers. To have him naked beneath her and thrusting inside her hard and fast.

She reared back and started to peel his shirt off him, exposing his fit stomach to her hungry eyes until a screeching noise filled her small apartment.

They both froze in place, staring breathlessly at each other for a few long moments before Luke broke the silence. “That’s my phone.”

“Shit.” Evelyn scrambled off him so he could leap up and to the table where he’d apparently left his phone.

“Luke here.”

Evelyn pushed herself farther back on the bed and tried to figure out what the hell just happened. Luke kissed her. She kissed him back. Who knew how much she’d have given him if his phone hadn’t rang?

“Okay.” Luke crossed back to the bed and gestured to the phone.

Great. Thirteen Stars was calling now.

He sat at the edge and Evelyn maneuvered so she sat on the other side of the phone and could listen in, but she only caught the end of a sentence. “So does this weekend work for you?”

Luke met her eyes, but she didn’t have an answer to give him considering she had no idea what they were discussing.