The Stranger / Chris Evans x OC

Chapter 113: Catch Up

AMELIA

After taking a quick shower, I start getting ready for tonight. 

I do my hair and put on make-up, deciding on a sultry smokey eye to match the darkness of the club we're going to. 

I slink into the red lingerie Chris got me, smiling shyly at my own reflection in the mirror. I turn around in it, looking at myself from all angles, my cheeks heating up at how very little it covers. My nipples are clearly visible through the sheer fabric of the bra, and the thong does nothing to cover any part of me.  

As I'm looking myself over, I realize the dress calls for a strapless bra. Or no bra at all. 

I'm just about to unhook the bra again to remove it before putting on the dress, when there's a quick knock on the bathroom door. I don't get the chance to reply, Chris pushing it open immediately, "Bug, you almost ready? We have to-"

Chris' words are cut off as soon as the door is open wide enough, his eyes locked on my body as I stand with my back towards him. 

I can see his gaze slowly trailing over every inch of very exposed skin as I watch him in the mirror, my cheeks heating up even more when he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. 

"Jesus fucking christ," he groans, taking a few steps closer. His eyes move up to meet mine in the mirror before he walks closer again, his hand immediately reaching out to touch me, landing on one of my exposed buttocks. 

He groans again, the sound rumbling in his chest as his gaze drops to my ass, "Fucking hell, baby. I knew it would look good on you, but my god.." 

He trails off, his eyes never leaving my ass as his other hand reaches up as well, a small whimper caught in my throat when I feel two large warm hands squeezing the globes of my ass. 

He takes another step closer, pressing his chest against my back and his groin against my ass, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. 

"We don't have to go," he breathes out, his eyes gleaming mischievously as they hold mine, "Let's just stay home." 

"No," I giggle, shaking my head, "We're going, Evans. Get your shit together." 

He groans again, in annoyance this time, his hands landing on my hips as he grinds himself into my ass. I can feel his hardening bulge as he presses into me, almost making me lose my resolve. 

His hands slide up my stomach, large palms cupping my breasts, thumbs rubbing my nipples over the sheer lace fabric, the action making me swallow down a moan. 

"Baby, come on, let's just-"

"No," I firmly reply, and I have no idea where my restraint is coming from. The feeling of him is clouding my judgment entirely, almost making me lose my cool. 

"We're going. End of discussion. Now get out so I can finish getting ready." 

He practically whines, his eyes pleading as he looks at me in the mirror, but I shake my head again. He slowly slides his hands back down my stomach, his bottom lip protruding out in a small pout. 

"Out," I say sternly, my fingers reaching for the dress thats folded on the small cabinet. 

He grumbles, his face tucking into my neck as he quickly inhales deeply before begrudgingly stepping back, releasing me from his hold. 

As soon as he leaves the bathroom, I let out a deep exhale. To be honest, if he'd stayed for just a few seconds longer, I would have caved. But I also know that forcing him to look at me all night, thinking about what's waiting for him once we get home, will only make it all even better in the end.