But he kept trying to put the brakes on their progressing. While she appreciated his trying to act like a gentleman, it also made her wonder if he hadn’t been as excited by their time together as she had.
Evan stared at her. “Are you nuts?”
“Well? I know you want me.” His pants looked decidedly lumpy, though she’d been doing her best to pretend not to see it, not wanting to embarrass him.
“Of course I want you. But I’m not an animal. My body says yes, but until you say it, I’m not putting the moves on you. Period.” Great. Now he sounded angry.
“I’m not asking for sex. I’m asking for a kiss,” she growled and surprised herself. It was so unlike her to be aggressive with a man. Counting Bryce, she’d had a total of four boyfriends in her lifetime. With her job, with her friends, or just out and about in town, she stood up for herself, no question. But with guys, she’d always been on the shy side.
Not so with Evan. And she didn’t know why she kept pushing him. Maybe to see if he’d get sick of her and leave her now, sooner than later? A terrible thing to think, especially if it was true.
Evan continued to stare at her. “You’re kidding, right?”
She huffed out a breath. “Evan, I like you. You’re the first guy I’ve been into since Bryce, but I’m not sure what’s between us other than that we almost had sex before. You act so nice, like you like me, and then you turn cold. I’ve told you I wanted more. But you keep holding back. So what—”
He yanked her head close and kissed her until she couldn’t think. It was like déjà vu from the first time in her kitchen. When he let her up for air, he cupped her cheeks, staring into her eyes. “We don’t kiss. We try to kiss, then your hands are on me and mine are on you, and I can’t think of anything but getting inside you.”
“Oh.” He had a point.
“Kenzie, listen to me. I like you. A lot. I don’t want to ruin a good thing.”
She didn’t understand how they’d reversed their roles. “Isn’t that my line?” she asked, her breath short.
He gave an exasperated laugh and leaned his head back, exposing his throat. “Fuck. I’m so confused. I don’t want you to take off on me, and I have a bad feeling if we make love, you’ll regret it.”
“I appreciate that. I do.” Her panties were damp, her body needy and way too receptive, especially seeing that thick bar in his pants. “But Evan, I want to make up my own mind. I don’t want you making it up for me.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” He seemed flustered as he ran an unsteady hand through his hair. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“Evan, it’s just sex.” Wow. Talk about overthinking it. She thought she was bad, but he seemed to be trying to look into the future to fix problems before they could start.
“I wanted our first time to be special.”
She blinked. “You did?”
He stared at her then seemed to come back to himself. “You ever have car sex?”
“What? Um, no.” She shifted, wanting to feel that erection so intimately against her, ready to have it now.
“Well, I have. It’s awkward and uncomfortable.”
“Oh.” So much for a little adventure. Disappointment hit her hard.
“If you do it wrong.”
She froze.
“Take off your pants.”
“Here?” she squeaked.
He raised a brow. “You want sex, this is the way it works.”
She’d never been very adventurous. But she could be now that she held the reins in her personal relationship. She toed off her shoes and pulled down her pants, moving in small measures, cramped by the car.
Evan gaped. “Holy shit. You’re really doing it.”
“And underwear, I assume?”
