Page 52 of Tattoo My Heart
She wants me. It doesn’t even matter how she thinks she feels about me.
Bass clears his head from somewhere behind us. Neither me nor Evie pay him any attention when he does it again, this time a little louder.
“I guess this means she’s alright then,” he grumbles. The soft click of the door closing is the only sign that he left the building.
Good riddance.
She’s mine.
SEVENTEEN
I am fairlycertain at this point that I’ve lost my mind. To say that I have Cal on the brain does not begin to cover it. I literally think about him every second of the day, to the point where it is affecting my job.
Nancy called me out on it this morning.
“Are you in love, honey?” she teased me, staring me down over her reading glasses. I had just messed up an arrangement by not paying attention to what the order instructions were.
“In love?” I about choked on my spit. “As if.” I’d just come off watching a movie from the nineties.
“Well,” she eyed me knowingly. “I’m happy to see that my little Sebastian put that look your face. He’s a good boy.”
“Who?” The question was out of my mouth before I could think better of it.
“Ah, so it’s not Sebastian then.” There was slight disappointment in her voice, but no surprise. “I’m assuming it’s not Cal…”
The small vase dropped out of my suddenly useless hands, shattering on the floor at my feet.
“It is Cal?” Nancy let out a little chuckle of surprise. “It kind of makes sense…”
She kept on talking away as I rushed about, trying to clean all the glass and water off the floor.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t get Cal out of my head. At. All.
And now… Now, Cal is here, pushing me against the wall and kissing me like he’s missed me, like he can’t get enough of me. Like… like he won’t ever be able to get enough of me.
“I want you so fuckin’ much, Evie,” he whisper-growls into my ear when he releases my lips for some much needed oxygen on both of our parts. “All the damn time.”
“Me too, Cal,” I admit, although, I regret it almost instantly. I don’t want him to know how much his presence affects me even when he’s not around.
His mouth moves down my neck, stopping to suck and lick all the sensitive spots along the way. I shudder when he becomes enthralled with one particular spot under my ear.
“Cal…” My voice is barely audible.
His knees are bent so he could lower himself for better access. His hands are roaming, and I almost lose my balance when he drops his hands under my knees and lifts me up. On instinct, my legs wrap around his hips, refusing to let go.
“This is coming off.”
Cal grabs what he thinks is the bottom of my shirt and tries to pull it up. It won’t budge. He pulls a little harder, making me wince in pain this time.
“Hey,” I try to smack at his hands. Unfortunately, since he has me pressed against the wall and with my legs around him, running to get away from him is not an option.
“What the hell is going on,” he mumbles when he finally catches on that he can’t pull my top from inside my jeans.
“Stop yanking at it, you big oaf.”
I push at his chest this time, hard enough to get his attention. I almost regret my actions when he gently lowers my legs from around his hips, then waits until my feet are firmly on the floor.
“It’s a body top.”
