TheBillionaire's Touch(62)

 

Supporting herself on his shoulders, she met Evan stroke for stroke, slamming down on him as he thrust his hips up, creating a fullness and a volatile joining that drove her crazy.

 

“It’s going to happen,” she panted as she felt her impending orgasm.

 

“I know.”

 

Looking down, she noticed his eyes were open and watching her before the massive waves of her climax hit her. Evan grasped her hands and held her upright as her channel clenched down on his cock, milking him of his own release as she threw her head back and screamed his name.

 

He groaned and thrust into her one more time before staying buried deep inside her as he came.

 

Randi collapsed on top of Evan still holding his hands. He untangled their fingers and wrapped his strong arms around her back, keeping her plastered against him.

 

When they finally caught their breath, Evan muttered against her ear, “You’re right. Meditation is stimulating to the body and mind. I think it should be practiced at least a few times a day.”

 

Randi actually giggled. It wasn’t often that Evan made a joke, but he seemed to be doing it more frequently in the last few days. “That was what I would call a much-modified version of what I wanted to teach you,” she scolded.

 

“I think I like the modified version,” Evan decided as he stroked her hair. “I’m feeling very relaxed.”

 

Randi leaned up so she could look at him. “You don’t really want to meditate for real, do you?”

 

“I thought you wanted me to find happiness. Right now, I’m happy. I’m ecstatic whenever I’m with you, no matter what we’re doing.”

 

Randi’s heart stuttered as she saw the serious look in his beautiful eyes. The truth was . . . so was she.

 

Don’t do this to yourself, Randi. Don’t fall for Evan Sinclair. Even if he cares about you, he never wants to have a child, and you know you love kids. It might feel good right now, but the two of you together forever isn’t an option. He’s leaving, and you’ll still be here in Amesport teaching.

 

Unable to utter an answer, Randi just buried her head against Evan’s neck and savored the unique scent of him and the feel of his body close to hers.

 

Right now, she didn’t want to think about what would happen in the future. Right now was all she had.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 16

 

 

 

Randi tried to shake off the strange residual emotions following her visit to the Amesport cemetery on the way home that day.

 

It felt odd that somebody else was apparently visiting her foster parents’ graves on a daily basis. The path was still clear, even though they’d had some light snow since she’d last been there, and the calla lily and the rose were still entwined and lying between the markers. The problem was . . . they were perfect. There was no way they were the same flowers. The two she’d put together would be frozen and dead. The only explanation was that somebody was there daily, moving the snow and leaving new flowers on the graves.

 

Strangely, they had duplicated what she’d done by re-entwining the two flowers and leaving them there daily with the same tag with only two words: Thank You!

 

As she opened her email, Randi wondered at the identity of the unknown person.

 

One time hadn’t really made her think about it, but now that it seemed to be happening every day, it was making her curious as to what her foster parents had done for whoever was apparently honoring them.

 

A note from S. distracted her from her musings.

 

 

 

Dear M.,

 

Just checking in to see how you’re doing. How’s your new relationship? Have you changed your mind about making it into something permanent?

 

 

 

Randi smiled sadly at the note from S. She’d already given up on writing to him only from the Center. He knew plenty about her, enough to find her if he so desired. Somehow, she knew he’d never intrude on her life unless she wanted to meet him. Besides, he had a woman of his own now.

 

 

 

Dear S.,

 

No. No change. He has to leave tomorrow morning. Important business.

 

 

 

He replied.

 

 

 

Dear M.,

 

You okay with that?

 

 

 

She wasn’t okay at all, but it was reality, and she always knew her relationship with Evan could never be more than temporary. She answered.

 

 

 

Dear S.,

 

Yeah. I’m fine. I always knew it could never be anything more than a brief interlude. I can never fall in love with a man like him.

 

How are things with your new relationship? Why aren’t you out? It’s a date night.