He takes me with precision and also with strength, our bodies flexing to get closer, his body overpowering mine enough for me to get fucked as hard as I’ve ever been fucked but not get broken.
I sense when he’s coming, because his body tightens deliciously, his sounds become more erratic and deep and primal.
My orgasm hits. My body blazes like the core of the Earth, then I’m shuddering in an explosion so great it’s almost frightening. Tahoe holds my face still and gives me the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced as I come, devouring me gently as he quickens his pace and meets me there. The low growl that rips up his chest as he comes is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
We share a series of lazy, appreciative kisses as we both recover.
He pokes my nose with the tip of his finger, his dimple popping out. “You look so gorgeous like this,” he says, so much ferocity in his eyes. He takes me in with his gaze and brushes a tendril of damp hair from my forehead, then rubs my lips with his thumb.
“You’re amazing,” I say.
We sigh simultaneously and then just stare at the ceiling, dazed and at peace.
As I start to doze off, waiting for the New Year, he nudges my feet under the covers. I kick him in response. He nudges me harder to get my attention. “Hey. I love you,” he says, and then he grins at me with that adorable dimple.
In the distance I hear the fireworks blast across the city as the new year begins.
We share a smile and kiss and he says, “Happy New Year, Regina.”
“Happy New Year, Tahoe. Oh wait!” I scramble out of bed and bring the grapes we bought specifically for this occasion, along with two full glasses of champagne from the bottle we’d been chilling.
We pluck grapes and add twelve, one for each month, into our champagne glasses.
“To what do we drink?” I ask.
“Your navy-blue panties.”
“Come on.”
He lifts his glass. “To my lady. May she have success in all her endeavors, health and friendships, and may I not take my own last breath until she takes hers. May she always know I love her.”
It’s not just the words, but the way he says them and the way he looks at me, that make my eyes water. “Whatever I say now will pale in comparison,” I say.
“It won’t pale.”
“Yes, it will pale,” I say.
He looks at me questioningly, his lips curling at the corners while his eyes darken somberly. “Just tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” I fling my arms around him, then recover and lift my champagne glass in a toast. “To my guy. May he win every game he chooses to play, have many reasons to laugh, more successes than he can remember, and as long as he loves me, always have me.”
His eyes darken with emotion. We clink glasses, he drinks, and I drink, and as I set my glass aside, and he sets aside his, Tahoe grabs the back of my head in one wide hand and we kiss long and slow as he rolls me to my back and loves me again, too drunk on each other to want anything else.
DEAR READERS, If you’d like to read what’s next in the MANWHORE world, please be sure to keep an eye out for Callan Carmichael’s story, coming in 2017!
I can’t wait to share his and Livvy’s story with you!
And watch out for a brand new series coming this year. It’s a surprise that has me completely obsessed, and I hope it will completely obsess you too.
XOXO, Katy
OTHER TITLES BY KATY EVANS
Manwhore series:
MANWHORE
MANWHORE +1
MS. MANWHORE
Real series:
REAL
MINE
REMY
ROGUE
RIPPED
LEGEND
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I am so lucky to be surrounded by such an amazing team of people who motivate and inspire me to keep writing and sharing my stories. This book would not be possible without the support of my family, who sometimes has to deal without me for days when I find myself immersed in the cave. Thank you to my beloved husband for his unwavering belief, support, and love. My son, for his ever-amazing song suggestions; my daughter, who is always my first reader and #1 fan; and my daughter’s boyfriend, whose expertise in lacrosse helped me so much. I also have to thank my dad for my love of writing, and my mother for being everything a mother should be.
This story would be nowhere even near readable if it weren’t for the fabulous group of people who help me make it shine. So an extra huge thank you to my agent, Amy Tannenbaum, and everyone at the Jane Rotrosen Agency, who’ve always supported and given my stories a home; to my super editors Kelli Collins and CeCe Carroll, my copy editor Lisa Wolff, my proofreader Anita Saunders, my beta reader Kati D, and the tons of author beta readers whose encouragement and insight helps so much. Monica and Kim, especially, I couldn’t have done this without you!
To precious Dana, thank you for Chicago.
Thank you to my fabulous audio publisher for bringing Ladies’ Man in audio to my “listeners” and to my foreign publishers for translating my stories so that they can be read across the world.