Billionaire's Touch(68)

He wanted forever, but he needed her so desperately that he’d figure that all out later. He looked around quickly, realizing they were in a powder room, and the door beyond probably led to the toilets. He knew from previous visits that there were plenty of restrooms at the Center, but this was obviously one that Grady had redone to be nicer, plusher.

There were small, elegant chairs lined in front of a long line of mirrors, probably so women could do whatever it was that women did to freshen up.

Too far gone to really care where they were, he reached behind her and double-checked the lock on the door to make sure it was secure, and then he stalked her. “It’s going to end up hard and fast, Randi. Possibly even rough. I don’t have even an ounce of control right now when it comes to you,” he warned her in a dangerous voice.

“I don’t care,” she answered emphatically, letting him pin her against the makeup counter.

Evan removed his tuxedo jacket roughly, yanking it from his body and turning it inside out in his haste to get it off him so he had more freedom of movement. He needed his body to be as unrestrained as his mind was at the moment.

He dropped the jacket on the floor, feeling relieved once it was gone. His gut tightened and his cock pulsated with the need to be inside Randi as he looked down at her vulnerable expression.

“Are you scared?” he asked gruffly.

She shook her head. “No. Not of you. But I’m afraid of the way I feel.”

Her statement made a million questions flitter through Evan’s mind.

How do you feel?

Do you feel like you’re losing your sanity as much as I do?

How do you expect me to leave when I want more than anything to stay?

All of those unanswered questions fled from his brain as Randi tore off his bow tie and tugged hard at his shirt, scattering buttons onto the carpeted floor.

When she touched his bare skin, he forgot about them completely as the feral, carnal emotions he’d been experiencing became his elemental focus.

When Randi curled a hand behind his neck and tugged his mouth down to hers, Evan Sinclair, master of the art of control, finally lost it completely.





CHAPTER 19



If Randi wasn’t so lost, she might have pondered that if she looked back on this night later, she’d admit that it was Evan’s vulnerability that had finally gotten to her.

His anger, the fear and pain she could see in his expression, and his willingness to expose himself tore at her heart. She could see his need in those beautiful eyes of his, and the war he was waging with his emotions was her undoing.

I love him.

There was no uncertainty, no hesitation anymore. She wanted Evan Sinclair and all of his unguarded fierceness more than she needed the oxygen she breathed.

He ravaged her mouth like she was the only woman he ever wanted to kiss, but she needed so much more. She wanted to climb inside him until she couldn’t get any closer to him.

Need slithered inside her belly, moving straight to her core, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

“Evan, please,” she begged as his mouth left hers, trailing a rough path with his tongue down the sensitive skin of her neck. “Fuck me.”

All her defenses were stripped away. She wanted and needed him.

“You. Are. Mine,” he told her in a demanding voice as he pulled the silky material of her gown up to her waist.

Randi moaned aloud as Evan’s fingers pressed insistently between their bodies and beneath the scant covering of the thong she was wearing beneath the dress. She had worn the most daring set of lingerie she’d ever owned underneath her gown, needing to feel like the sexiest woman alive for just one more night.

“Christ, what are you wearing?” Evan’s voice was needy and hungry.

She didn’t answer; she panted as she leaned back on the counter, letting Evan look until he growled.

Randi trembled as he yanked the dress over her head, helping him as she shrugged it off and let it drop to the floor. She hadn’t worn a bra since the dress had a low back, and she could just imagine what she looked like in the red thong panties, her heels, and silky stockings held up by a garter belt. “They’re new. I bought them for our last night together.”

It was a bold move for her, a woman who liked lacy, pretty underwear rather than what she was wearing now.

Evan traced the outline of her folds through her saturated panties. Grasping her roughly by the waist, he sat her up on the counter. “I’ll buy you more,” he said in a harsh voice.

Before Randi could react, he gave a hard tug on the flimsy material and the panties came apart.

His mouth was between her thighs almost instantly, as he placed her legs on his shoulders.

The feel of his hot, hungry mouth on her bare pussy was a shock to her senses, especially since he didn’t start slow. He devoured. He tasted. He licked until Randi was chanting his name. “Evan. Oh God, Evan.”