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“Let me guess,” she says, mockingly. “At least not hard?”
“Only if you want me to.” I lower my head to her ear, inhaling the cherry blossom scent of her hair as I do. The smell goes straight to my cock. “And definitely hard.”
She stares at me like she can’t believe I just said that to her. But I don’t miss the flare of desire in her eyes. Thank fuck. I was starting to wonder if I had zero effects on this girl. Because she sure as hell is affecting me.
“Smile for the camera, gorgeous.” Just because I want to know what she’ll do, I slide my hand down into her back pocket, pulling her even closer to me.
A little gasp escapes her lips, and I want nothing more than to do things that make her make more of those little sounds.
Ana snaps some pictures, and I know it’s time to wrap things up, but I can’t seem to make myself say goodbye, thank her for coming, or whatever meaningless nonsense I usually say.
I turn fully towards her, still not letting go, and say the first thing that comes to my mind. “You want to go get a drink with me?”
Tatum
I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m not sure if it’s because Ana is gesturing obscenely behind Evan’s back or because he’s holding me so close, his hands on my fucking ass.
I swallow and force myself to draw in a slow lungful of air.
“Tatum would love to get a drink,” Ana exclaims.
I glare at her over Evan’s shoulder. “Tatum can speak for herself.”
Evan chuckles, the deep rumble sending a shiver through my whole body. “So what does Tatum say?”
Everything about this guy exudes sex. His voice, his eyes, his mouth, his body, which—oh god—is unmistakably hard.
I want to push away from him just so I don’t do something horrifically embarrassing like rub myself against him.
I look up at him, clear blue eyes intent on my face. Here we go with the decision making. No wonder Ana felt the need to chime in. I debate with myself, knowing this is a chance of a lifetime. Drinks with Evan Anderson? I’d be an idiot to pass that up. But at the same time, I know I’m going to have Ana’s condition in my head the whole time.
I mean, I know I don’t actually have to go through with it, but the thought will be hanging over me.
Evan arches a brow. “Trying to find a way to let me down easy?”
That’s almost laughable. Someone turning him down. But as I look at him, I see the uncertainty in his eyes. This guy is known for being the cockiest of them all, yet right now, he seems anything but sure of me.
It’s kind of comforting. The idea of the full force of his over the top personality overwhelms me. But this? I can handle this. I smile up at him, the words slipping out easier than I expected.
“A drink sounds amazing.”
A huge grin takes over his face, and mine spreads wider.
Giving me a little squeeze, he leans in close. “Give me a minute.”
He steps away and chats with the other guys, and I turn to face Ana. “Don’t say a word.”
She mimes zipping her lips, locking them, and throwing a key over her shoulder, holding her hands up like she’s all innocence. I roll my eyes, but I can’t wipe the grin off my face. This didn’t go at all like I expected.
Next thing I know, Evan has me tucked back under his arm, and we’re walking out of the arena and down the busy street. “Where to?” he asks. “You know what’s good around here?”
“Yep. I know just the place.”
It’s one of my favorite bars. An old warehouse turned into a brewery. The vibe is just the right mixture of fun and chill, and they typically have live music.
We make our way there and find a spot in the back.
“So, Tatum.” He says my name slow and smooth, that voice so, so sexy. Deep and scratchy. Raw and rumbling. I love the way it sounds coming out of that mouth.
