Chapter 270 Can’t Hold Back
Chapter 270 Can’t Hold Back
When Evan leaned in for another kiss, he wasn’t one to stay passive this time. His tongue pushed back against hers, moving with a steady rhythm that made the kiss more intense, his lips pressing harder as he took control. One of his hands moved up to cup the back of her neck, his thumb brushing the skin just below her ear, making her shiver as he pulled her closer, their chests pressed together, their breaths mixing in short, uneven bursts.
The kiss lived up to his dare, leaving Millie dizzy, her senses narrowed to the feel of his lips, the warmth of his hands, and the quiet sounds of their breathing.
Evan eased back. “Okay, but seriously, what recording?”
Millie’s laughter filled the night air. “Let’s just say you owe Rose big time,” she teased, her eyes meeting his.
Evan chuckled softly, his hands resting lightly on her waist, fingers brushing the fabric of her dress. “We both do,” he murmured.
Then he leaned in, his lips brushing hers—soft, tentative, yet warm with promise. The kiss was brief, and he pulled back, his gaze lingering on her face, noting her parted lips and quickened breath.
“Evan,” she whispered.
His hands slid under the hem of her dress, palms gliding over her thighs, sending her pulse racing. His fingers traced slow, upward paths along her inner thighs, the touch sparking warmth through her. She tilted her head, offering her neck, and he kissed the sensitive skin just below her ear, his stubble grazing her lightly, drawing a shiver.
“You’re shaking, Millie,” he said softly against her skin, his breath warm. “You’re making it tough to hold back.” His lips pressed a gentle kiss to her pulse point, followed by a playful nip that pulled a quiet gasp from her.
Their lips met again, tongues brushing. They parted for a breath, foreheads touching, small smiles shared in the quiet moment.
Then his fingers moved higher, lightly brushing the waistband of her panties, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. He traced the edges slowly, his touch gentle, circling the sensitive skin just above her waistband.
"Tell me you want this, Millie," he whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back.
His index finger slid lower, grazing the edge of her panties where fabric met skin, the touch so soft it sparked a wave of heat. He paused, building the tension, his thumb pressing gently just below the waistband in a steady rhythm.
“Evan…” Millie’s hands slipped under his polo shirt, her fingers gliding over the warm skin of his back. His muscles tensed slightly as she traced his spine, her nails grazing lightly. “You’re not playing fair,” she teased, her lips brushing his jaw.
Evan’s fingers continued their slow exploration, one hand resting on her inner thigh, his thumb moving in an arc just inches from her center, the closeness teasing her senses. His middle finger slipped under the edge of her panties, lightly brushing her sensitive skin with a single, gentle stroke, drawing a soft gasp from her.
“Not fair? Sorry, Millie,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Why don’t you even things up?” He lingered a fingertip there inside her panties, circling the slick edge of her folds, barely grazing her entrance before withdrawing, prolonging the tease.
Encouraged and consumed by arousal, Millie’s hand abandoned his back, sliding down his chest, over the hard ridges of his abdomen, until she reached the straining bulge in his pants. She palmed him through the fabric, feeling the thick, pulsing heat of his erection beneath her fingers. She squeezed gently, her thumb brushing the outline of his tip, drawing a sharp breath from Evan.
“Millie,” he growled, his eyes darkening as he pressed himself into her hand. “You’re going to make me lose control if you keep that up.”
Her pulse raced, a mix of confidence and desire driving her. She continued her slow massage, her fingers curling around his length through the fabric, stroking with pressure that matched the rhythm of his teasing touches.
Evan’s hand on her thigh tightened, his thumb now grazing the edge of her panties, slipping beneath to brush her slick swollen flesh again. Then he parted her gently, his fingertip dipping just inside her entrance, collecting her wetness before circling her clit with a slow stroke. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmured. “I can feel how much you need this—need me."
Millie’s breath caught, her hips shifting slightly toward his touch, wanting more.
“Evan, come on,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with want, her hand tightening around his erection, stroking faster now, the fabric of his pants growing damp under her fingers.
He groaned, and his finger pressed deeper, sliding fully inside her, curling to stroke the sensitive spot within. He moved slowly, in and out, his thumb circling her clit in tandem, the dual sensations building her up steadily.
“Man, I want to fuck you so bad—right here, right now,” Evan said, his lips near her ear as his finger moved deeper, joined by a second, moving gently. “You’re driving me crazy, Millie.”
Millie’s body tightened around his fingers as she moved against his hand, seeking more.
Evan’s other hand settled on her hips, thumbs circling possessively over the fabric of her dress, holding her as their bodies pressed closer, the heat between them almost unbearable. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze.
“Okay,” he said, his voice rough, barely contained. He withdrew and pulled away. “Do you want to get out of here?””
“Yes!” Millie said, catching her breath. She took his hand, their fingers intertwining tightly as they left.