“You can,” he cajoled. “And I prefer Miranda. It’s a beautiful name.”
“I hate it.” Randi’s chest was heaving as Evan’s lips trailed lightly to her ear, his heated breath on her sensitive skin making it difficult for her to draw a breath. “Only my real mother used that name.”
“Maybe you could learn to like it again if there was a man saying it while he was making you come harder than you ever have before,” Evan suggested hoarsely in her ear.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Randi was afraid she’d probably learn to love her full name again under those circumstances. All thoughts of her birth mother gone, the only thing she could think of was the mental picture he’d just painted.
Him . . . in the heat of passion, groaning her name like she was a goddess, pounding into her as she experienced the most divine climax of her life. If his fierce expression was any indication of how he pleasured a woman, he’d strip away every defense she’d built up over the years and leave her begging for more. She felt helpless to resist this seductive side of Evan she’d never seen before.
Reaching behind her, he opened the door to let Lily come back in, and then he closed it quickly and flipped the lock, surging forward as he made the motions.
His engorged cock pressed against her pelvis, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan as she felt the size and strength of his erection against her body.
“Kiss me,” Evan demanded as he moved his hands down her back and cupped her jean-clad ass with both of his large, strong hands. His fingers gripped the flesh and pulled her molten core into his hard form. “You asked me not to kiss you, so you have to kiss me.”
Randi’s willpower broke as she looked up and saw the longing in Evan’s eyes. It was an echo of exactly what she was feeling, and she could no more resist him than she could stop breathing. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she speared her hands into his coarse hair and yanked his mouth down to hers. She needed his touch more than she wanted to resist him, and as his lips collided with hers, Randi completely forgot why she was even trying to fight the urge to devour him.
He sprang into action the moment she kissed him, taking control as he demanded her complete surrender. Tasting. Teasing. Commanding. Evan’s tongue swept into her mouth, wiping away every doubt she had as he conquered her mouth with his own, leaving her breathless and mindless as he finally surfaced, his teeth catching her bottom lip and nipping at the flesh as though he wanted to mark it.
His lips were suddenly everywhere, and Randi’s hand left his hair and wrapped around his neck as she felt herself being lifted off her feet. She landed on something soft—she assumed it was the couch—but she wasn’t about to turn her head away from his mouth to look. She was too obsessed with the feel of his body against hers to give a crap what she’d landed on.
For some unknown reason, she felt safe letting Evan take control of her body while it burned for his possession. She knew he was feeling the same insane desires that she was experiencing right now.
Randi nearly whimpered as her body lost contact with his. Opening her eyes, her breath hitched as she saw Evan in the firelight, whipping his sweater over his head and pulling it from his body like he wanted it gone right that second. Randi blinked, stunned by the sight of his muscular chest and defined abs, covered by an abundance of bare skin that she was suddenly itching to touch.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed softly, still dazed by his passion.
His eyes were like blue flames, his solemn, unwavering stare fixed on her as he tossed his sweater on the floor. Evan didn’t speak as he kneeled beside the couch and sat her up, pulling her sweater over her head. She helped him, tossing the garment to the side, and reached for the front clip of her bra.
“Wait,” Evan insisted, fingering the silky material and tracing her hard, sensitive nipples through the bra. “This is sexy. I want to remember you like this. I want to remember everything.”
His deep voice was so reverent that the vibrations tremored down her spine and left goose bumps over her skin. “I need this, Evan. Please. This doesn’t have to mean that I like you, or that I expect anything. You don’t have to like me, either, in the future. But I want this now.”
She was usually overly cautious, and not likely to be so needy under usual circumstances. But she was tired of fighting her unrelenting attraction to this man, so tired of grieving her loss, and so damn weary of feeling so empty inside.
“You don’t have to like me,” Evan growled. “Just let me make you come.” He tore the bra from her upper body with a strong tug. The lacy garment was delicate, and it gave to his superior strength.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Even as Randi mourned the loss of her favorite bra, she moaned as he freed her breasts from their confinement.
In one smooth move, Evan slid onto the couch and between her thighs. She yanked him down, gasping as their heated skin collided. It was both torture and bliss. Her nipples grew impossibly harder as they abraded against his muscular chest.
Wrapping her arms around him, she moved her hands over his shoulders and down his back, touching every inch of bare skin she could find. He felt hot, hard, his skin was like velvet beneath her fingers.
He grasped her hair and pulled her head back, his lips and tongue trailing boldly over the vulnerable flesh on her neck. “I. Need. This. Too.” His voice was raspy and desperate.
His words echoed in her mind, and her body ignited as he boldly admitted that he wanted the same thing she did right now, needed it with the same urgency.
She longed to just let him take the lead, satiate her need, but she had to tell him one thing before she completely lost control.
“I don’t do oral sex,” she warned him. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t. She actually couldn’t. She’d tried to overcome her fears with a college boyfriend, and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience.
“Fine,” he answered sharply, sounding like he couldn’t care less what she was willing to give him as he rose to pull off her boots and unbutton her jeans.
Desperate and panting, she helped him. After kicking her feet out of her jeans, she reached for him again, but he stood and tore off his own denims. Randi sighed as he lowered his boxer shorts in one smooth motion and stepped out of them.
Backlit by the fire, Evan was gloriously naked and exquisitely made. His cock was long, thick, and so rock-hard that she wanted desperately to have him inside her. She reached out her hand to touch him instinctively, but he grasped her outstretched fingers. “No.” His tone was insistent.
He moved back between her thighs, draping one of her legs over the couch and placing the other over his shoulder.