Page 27 of The Boy Next Door
Chapter Fourteen
Emma
I’m standing in front of Bon Bon Appetite, staring at the wrought iron sign hung over the door with my stomach in knots. On the drive to the restaurant, I imagined every possible scenario of how this would play out, none of them good.
I stare at the door, willing my legs to carry me through, but they don’t budge.It’s just dinner.Just dinner. There’s no way I’m sleeping with him. And really, this date should be enough to keep him from reporting us to the dean. After all, what could he possibly say? “Yes, she went on the date with me, but I also paid to have sex with her.” No way, then he’d be in hot water too. This is no big deal, so why am I so nervous? Because it’s Winston, that’s why. He’s arrogant and an asshole, and by the end of the night I’m sure I’ll have slapped his hand away from my thigh at least ten times.
I glance down at my jeans and sweater. I wore the least formfitting thing I could find. No makeup. With a deep breath, I pull the door open and step in. The aroma of freshly baked bread hangs in the air, and the tension in my shoulders eases for a moment while I wait for the hostess.
She rounds the corner with a stack of menus. “How many?” she asks.
“Um, I’m meeting someone here. Winston Carlson.”
With a nod, she checks the list on her stand, then furrows her brow. “He’s not here yet, but I can show you to a table.”
“Thanks.”
I can only hope he doesn’t show, but I know better than that. He’s probably just tying one on before he leaves the frat house.
The hostess places the menus on the white table cloth and tells me to enjoy my evening. She has no idea...
With a sigh, I check my watch and settle back in the seat to wait on Winston. Just as I bend down to reach for my purse, the chair across from me scratches over the floor.Great!Taking a breath, I glance up, and smile when I see Evan in his white T-shirt and ripped jeans.
“Why in the world is a pretty girl like you sitting all alone?” He takes a seat. I know I’m blushing, and I have a love-hate relationship with how easily he can affect me. “So lover-boy was a no show?” He tsks. “Such a shame.” There is an abundance of amusement in his voice.
I lift a brow. “Evan Michael Drake, what didyoudo?”
“Me?” He holds his hands up. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Uh-huh. I don’t believe you.”
“Maybe he just realized there was no point when you already belong to me.”
I fight a smile. “So you think I belong to you,” I tease.
“Nah, I know it. And you know it. If you really think about it, you’ve belonged to me for over a decade now.”
And that’s true. Our hearts have always belonged to one another. “So certain.”
Evan pops open the menu. “I’m so certain that I’m ready to get you out of that damn sweater.”
“For the love...”
He glances over the top of the menu with a smirk. “Look, it leaves a lot to the imagination, and that poses a problem because I know what you look like naked, and now I’m sitting in a nice restaurant with a hard-on.”
I roll my eyes. “Wow.”
“Just open your menu, woman, and let’s eat so I can take you home and fuck you the way a gentleman should.”
* * *
After dinner, Evan talked me into driving, and now I know why. We made it exactly one block from the restaurant before his hand was down my pants.
The light turns green and his finger sinks deeper. “Evan, you’ve gotta stop. I can’t drive.”
“So.” His lips are on my neck, his teeth nipping at my ear. “Pull over. I can’t wait ten more minutes.”
Without hesitation, I put my blinker on and pull over into a nearly deserted student lot. As soon as the car is in park, Evan digs a condom from his wallet, then lowers the back of his seat and drags me across the console to straddle him. His hands roam over my body, pulling and tugging at my sweater while I work the waist of his jeans over his hips.
The car is too small, and when he yanks my sweater over my head his hands hit the roof. I practically fall into the driver’s seat when I awkwardly shimmy my legs out of my jeans and panties, then toss them to the backseat. He opens the condom and rolls it down his shaft. When I straddle him again, Evan smacks my ass. He lines himself up with me, and then I’m sinking down over him. Gasping at the sudden relief. He fists my hair, kissing me hard, relentless while I ride him. My palms press against the roof as he meets me thrust for thrust, his hands holding my hips in a bruising grip.
Our staggered breaths fog the windows. Everything builds until I’m not sure where he ends and I begin, that bliss threatening to crackle through me at any moment. He fists my hair, pulling my lips to his in a savage kiss.
“Em,” he groans, tightening his hold in my hair. He fucks me harder from underneath. Heat buzzes through me like an electric current, lighting every last inch of my skin in that hazy euphoria. Evan thrusts faster. His jaw tightens and then he goes so deep, stilling as he comes.
“I can’t possibly get enough of you,” he says before gently kissing my lips. “There’s no way I can ever get enough.”
