“Yes,” she whispers.
Moving closer, she presses into me. My arm slides around her waist as I trail a path of kisses up her neck—until she turns her face to mine. I stare into those whiskey eyes for a long thrilling moment, falling somewhere unknown. Then, I take her mouth with mine. I kiss her gently at first until she’s moaning in my mouth and turning in my arms. Her fingers slide behind my neck, linking there, holding me like she never wants to let me go.
And I know for sure that I don’t want to let her go.
Then, she breaks the kiss. I see her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen.
She runs the tips of her fingers across my overgrown stubble. “I can’t believe we’re making out on the beach.”
“Too much too soon?”
She stares into my eyes and shakes her head. “No.”
“Good, because I plan on kissing you anytime I get the opportunity.”
I want her, so fucking much. And it’s not just the kissing even though that rocks. It’s more than that. It’s her. I want to be around her, to talk to her, to learn everything I can about her.
I have a feeling, when it comes to Evie, nothing will ever be enough. I’ll always want more, need more.
“So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?” I ask, threading my fingers through her hair. “Aside from making out.”
That earns me a giggle.
“I don’t mind.” She lifts her shoulders, looking right at me.
No one has ever looked at me like Evie does. It’s like she really sees me. And that makes me feel like a fucking king.
“So long as I’m with you, I’m good,” she says.
My heart skips over.
“The feeling is totally fucking mutual, babe.”
And it really is.
Two days, and I’m already crazy about her.
She’s hit me like a bulldozer. And I don’t even care. If anything, I’m happy about it because I have her, and nothing has ever felt better, or more right.
“Evie.”
The sound of Adam’s deep voice behind me has the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
Slowly turning around from the coffee machine I was cleaning, I face him.
He looks just as imposing in here as the last time I saw him, but at least he doesn’t look like he’s here to yell at me again. Well, that’s what I’m hoping.
Honestly, I’m surprised to see him here. I haven’t seen him since our talk a week ago. I know he’s been avoiding me. I thought I was the last person on earth that he would want to see right now.
But here he is.
Also, I was pretty sure I’d locked the door when I turned the Closed sign. Apparently not.
“We’re closed,” I say. I don’t know why I said that…unless he is actually here for coffee.
“Yeah, I got that from the Closed sign.” A small smile touches the corner of his lips.
A warm glow erupts in my chest. God, I’ve missed his smile.
“I’m not here for coffee.”
“What are you here for?” I put the cloth in my hand down on the counter.
“We need to talk.”
“About?” I’m probably being a little stern. I just don’t want a rehash of the other day. I know I deserve it, deserve whatever he has to fire at me, but I’ve only just recovered from our last encounter.
Well, recovered might be overstating it, but last night was the first night since our talk that I didn’t cry myself to sleep. I don’t want to start again.
He looks over his shoulder at the door, as though he’s expecting someone to come in, and then he looks back to me. “Not here.”
I cross my arms over my chest. I don’t miss his eyes going to my boobs as they get pushed up. Oddly, it brings me a sense of self-satisfaction. He might hate me, but he still likes my boobs.
God, get a grip, Evie.
“Why not? There’s only me here, and I don’t see a problem with us talking—unless you plan on yelling at me again, because that I could do without.”