His hand wrapped around her nape and he jerked her head down to his mouth before she could even blink. “I fuck you senseless until you don’t have the strength to say no anymore,” he rasped, grasping her hair as he held her head so he could kiss her.
She melted into him as his heated mouth ravaged her lips and her senses. He tasted delicious, masculine and exactly like Evan. She kissed him back, unable to resist rubbing her wet denim-clad core against his hard erection.
Heat spiraled through her body as Evan thrust his tongue into her mouth, taking what he wanted and giving her what she so desperately needed.
He didn’t stop ravaging her with his possessive embrace as he stood up and pinned her against the wall. “Clothes. Off,” he grunted bossily as he yanked his mouth from hers, his eyes like liquid blue flames as he met her gaze and let her feet touch the ground.
Randi felt another flood of wet heat gush between her thighs at his dominance as he swept her sweatshirt over her head. He divested her of her bra, dropping it on the floor without a second thought. He pulled his sweater over his head and it fell on the carpet along with the growing pile of clothing. Her jeans and panties joined the collection a moment later.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” Evan’s voice was reverent and raspy as he stared at her completely nude body.
Randi knew that he meant it. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t really a big-breasted beauty who spent hours in a spa or beauty salon. To him, she was attractive, and that was all that mattered.
To her, Evan was perfection, and she trailed her palms down his bare, muscular chest. “I’ve always thought you were the hottest guy I’d ever met.” Her voice was a needy whisper. She had to have him inside her before she started begging.
“Always?” He lifted an arrogant brow.
“Yes. Ever since the first time I met you at Emily’s wedding.” She cried out as he cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples relentlessly.
“Marry me,” he insisted again.
“Evan, we can talk about it,” she whimpered.
“No talking. I need a yes from you.” His hands moved slowly down her belly until they reached her pussy. He stroked his fingers lightly between her folds, sliding slowly through her wet heat.
“Oh, God.” She clenched his shoulders, her legs starting to get weak as he sought and found her clit. “Fuck me, Evan. Now.”
“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” Evan crooned in a low, sultry voice as he removed his fingers and deliberately put them to his lips and sucked her juices from the digits. “Your taste is addicting. Did you know that? I want my head between your thighs every time I look at you.”
Randi’s legs gave out as she watched him lick and suck every bit of her essence from his fingers like it was nectar. Evan wrapped his arm around her waist and lowered her gently down until she was on her back, lying next to the pile of clothes.
He shucked his remaining clothing before following her to the floor and kneeling between her parted thighs. “I can’t wait right now,” he told her in a demanding, graveled voice. “Tell me, Randi, because I don’t think I can hold off any longer before I bury my cock inside you and fuck you until you come.”
The look on his face was fierce and dangerous as he towered over her, but Randi didn’t feel anything except a thrill of excitement at his loss of control. “Then do it,” she dared him, moving her hand down her belly as he watched and sliding her fingers through her own slick warmth. “I can’t wait either.”
She met his eyes with a challenge as she stroked her clit, moaning softly as her body vibrated with longing. Lifting her other hand, she stroked and pinched her nipples, making her own body rise into an even hotter state of arousal. She knew she was pushing his buttons, but she didn’t care.
It should have been awkward to masturbate in front of Evan, but it wasn’t. She wanted him to lose it, and he needed to learn that he wasn’t going to always get his way by teasing her until she broke.
Some things required a logical, rational conversation.
“Does it feel good?” Evan asked huskily, his eyes following every one of her motions.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, watching his heated eyes as she put more pressure on the tiny bundle of nerves between her saturated folds. “I wish you were inside me right now. I’d love to feel your cock filling my emptiness.”
“I just want to see you come,” Evan replied, sounding completely fascinated.
He stripped her of all of her intentions with his reaction. Jesus, he did just want to see her pleasured. He had started out by insisting on her promise to marry him, but his desire to see her happy had just trumped his own wants and needs.
Evan Sinclair was the most complicated man Randi had ever met, and the only one who could make her crazy and so damned touched at the same time.
“I love you so much,” she moaned, the look of pleasure on his face as he watched her take herself to climax arousing her almost unbearably.
“I love you, too, baby. Make yourself come,” he encouraged, his eyes now glued to her face.
The fact that he was watching her with laser focus was so erotic that Randi found herself tumbling over the edge as she pinched and stroked her clit harder and harder.
Her back arched as she moaned, her body pulsating as her head moved from side to side.
She screamed as Evan pushed her thighs apart, pinned her hands over her head, and entered her with one smooth thrust. The feeling of him filling her on the heels of her self-induced climax was almost more than she could bear.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced,” Evan rumbled above her. “But I was getting jealous of your own hands.”
“Nothing feels as good as this,” Randi purred as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Fuck me, Evan. I need you.”
She heard a desperate, low groan fall from his lips as he pumped into her again. “I love you, Randi. Don’t ever doubt that. There’s never been anyone for me but you. There never will be.”
Believing him wasn’t a problem. She felt the same way, and she knew she couldn’t be feeling all of this alone. “Feels so good,” she panted. “More. Please.”
He gave her what she wanted, releasing her hands and putting one of her legs over his shoulder to change his angle of entry. His massive cock rubbed against her clit with every hard thrust of his hips, pushing her higher and higher.
Randi watched his face as she felt another orgasm starting to build. Evan was a miracle to her, a man she considered out of reach to a woman like her. Little did she know how very real he was, or that he had a heart as big as the ocean beneath his arrogant fa?ade.
“I love you, Evan,” she cried out as she felt her climax thundering over her, her emotions tumbling along with the waves of rapture.
She raised her hips, meeting his thrusts with her heart skittering and her body vibrating in ecstasy.