Until June (Until Her 2)

“You can’t just act like a caveman, Evan,” I shout back, glaring up into his handsome face.

“Caveman?” He grins a wicked grin that has my girly parts tingling, then before I know what’s happening, I’m up over his shoulder with his hand on the back of my thighs, thankfully keeping my dress down and me from flashing everyone my panties, as he carries me, screaming, “Put me down now!” out of the bar and down the street to his truck.

“I can’t believe you,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, as I glare out the front window of The Beast. No one came to my aid when Evan carried me out of the bar and down the street yelling. No one even seemed to care that a man was carrying a woman over his shoulder, hollering into the night, as he walked casually down the sidewalk. “What kind of world do we live in that you can just carry me, an unwilling woman, around without someone stopping to ask if everything is okay?”

“Babe,” he mutters. I hear the smile in his voice and turn to look at him to see if I’m right, that he thinks this is funny. “This isn’t funny!” I cry when I see his grin. “I mean seriously! Why are there not police cars following us right now? For all any of those people know, you could be a crazy person! You could be taking me to your house in the hills, where you plan to hide me away in a secret room built in your basement.”

“You need to stop watching so much TV,” he laughs.

“You would think that, since you’re the one who kidnapped me,” I mutter under my breath.

“Not sure the cops will think taking the woman I live with home to the house we live in together is kidnapping.”

“Tomayto, tomahto.”

“How is it, one second, I’m seriously pissed at you, and the next, all I can think is how you’re really fucking adorable when you’re drunk?”

“First, you don’t have a reason to be pissed at me. I didn’t do anything wrong. And second, I am really adorable, so that’s not surprising.” I snap.

“I do have a reason to be pissed, baby.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. You’re not a man, so you will never get it, but I have a dick. I know what every man in that bar was thinking, and I also know that none of it was PG.”

“Whatever,” I sigh, refusing to admit he’s right, even though he probably is.

“You’re still in for it when we get home, so don’t think you’re off the hook,” he says, and my core clenches at his tone.

“What does that mean?” I ask, as we turn onto our block.

“You’ll see,” he says, pulling into the driveway and putting the truck in park. His body turns toward me and his hand rests casually over the steering wheel as his eyes scan me. “You’re beautiful.”

“Um…” I lick my lips, wondering where he’s going with this.

“The first time I saw you, I knew there was something about you that I had to have, and every moment I have spent with you since has given me a taste of something I want more of. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Oh, God. Once more, those three stubborn words are clogging my throat. I want to say them so badly. I want him to know I feel the same, that my feelings for him have never changed. “I want you too,” I say, feeling like an idiot, because those words are not even close to the way I feel.

“No, baby.” His fingers unhook my seatbelt and he drags me across the seat toward him. “You’re mine. I mean that in the most fucked-up, primal way possible. If it were legal to own you, I would.”

“Oh,” I breathe, as he wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and tugs me forward against the bulge in his pants.

“Now do you understand what I mean when I say you’re mine?” he questions, moving his hand up my back and into the hair at the nape of my neck.

“I… I think so.”

“You need to marry me again. Maybe then I won’t feel as crazy as I do now,” he whispers, studying me. “Then again, I’m not sure there is anything that can change how I feel.”

“Evan,” I whisper, searching his eyes, seeing how intense they are. I want that again. I want to be his. There is nothing I want more.

“I love you, baby.”

“I—” His mouth covering mine cuts off what I was going to say, and I get lost in his kiss, so lost that I don’t even realize we are out of the truck and in the house until I feel my back hit the wall and hear the front door close.

“I’m giving you a head start,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine. “If you can get that dress off before we make it to the room, you can keep it. If you can’t, then it’s going to be used to tie you to the bed.”