TheBillionaire's Touch(83)

 

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.