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I don’t mean your course is inferior.”
    As he considers this, Evan sneaks a hand under my top and runs his fingers lightly across my lower back. “Okay, I don’t want to fight.”
    “But we should talk about this if something is bothering you,” I say.
    Evan fixes me with an unmistakable look as he pauses to respond. “The only thing bothering me is you’re not naked.”
    Typical. He changes the subject, knowing how easily he can turn me on if he wants to switch things in a different direction. Avoid things he doesn’t want to talk about. As he moves towards me, I place a hand on his chest and lean back. “Talk to me.”
    “Later,” he whispers, mouth closing over mine.
    My logical thinking side switches off the moment Evan kisses me; it always does. Each time, my body transports me back to our first kiss, and the overwhelming desire that left me a shaking mess. Exactly the same need for him consumes me now, knowing how our connection removes me from everything but the bliss of us. Months later, this hasn’t waned.
    Evan pulls away, kneels on the floor, and pushes my shirt upwards. He gently kisses my stomach, nipping at my heating skin. “Three days...might as well be three weeks,” he murmurs.
    I lift my arms, and he pulls the shirt over my head. From the position Evan's in, my breasts are at his eye level, which is probably what he planned. Reaching behind me, he unclasps my bra. He's slow, deliberate, and every touch of his skin against mine sparks desire for him. We’re not going back to the conversation now. His mouth closes over one of my nipples, tongue teasing as his arms circle my waist, gripping me to him.
    I shift, pull his head away, and cup his face. "Kiss me."
    Evan's darkened eyes glint. "I am kissing you. Am I in the wrong place?"
    The suggestion behind his words fires wet heat to my core, but I resist the urge, raising an eyebrow instead. "Here." I point to my lips.
    Evan moves towards me, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth. "Here?"
    I make a low noise in my throat and slide my mouth to meet Evan’s, pushing my hands beneath his T-shirt, and tracing my fingers across the hard planes of his chest and abs. The heat of his skin and his scent fuels the slow burn inside me.
    “Three days is nothing. You were spoiled over the summer, seeing me every day,” I tease.
    “Hmm,” Evan kneels back and pulls off his T-shirt, “I liked being spoiled.”
    My breath starts coming in short bursts. I want Evan on me. In me. Touching and kissing me. Filling the rest of my body with the sparking sensation building inside. I’m itching to touch him again, feel his heart beat against mine as he holds us in our Ness and Evan world.
    “Get undressed,” he says hoarsely.
    Eyes fixed on his in challenge, I wriggle out of my jeans, and Evan drags them to the floor next to where he's kneeling.
    He hooks a finger through the side of my lace panties and looks up at me. "You've still got these on.” The low voice comes through his own shortening breath.
    “So I have." I bite my lip coyly.
    To my disappointment, he lets the panties go, inhales sharply, and takes hold of my ankle. As he traces his tongue up my leg, from my ankle to inner thigh, my insides dissolve further.
    Evan pauses. "I want to kiss every part of your skin, so my lips remember you until I see you again.” I breathe out in disappointment as his attention switches to my other ankle.
    How can he stand this? I can’t do slow. Three days is a long time for me too. Too long to control the dizzying lust mounting.
    "You need to lose some clothes too," I say hoarsely, shifting from his grip.
    "True." Evan stands, unbuttons his jeans, and I'm instantly drawn to his arousal straining against his boxers. Before I can move, Evan winds an arm around my waist and pushes us onto the bed. I gasp in surprise at his change of pace as he pushes a finger through the edge of my panties, stroking me. With my tongue sliding against Evan’s, I moan into his