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 need the oxygen she breathed.
He ravaged her mouth like she was the only woman
he ever wanted to kiss, but she needed to so much more.
She wanted to climb issue him until she couldn't get any
closer to him.
Need to be 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, trail-
ing 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 moved 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 un-
derneath 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
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The Billionaire's Touch
RomanceAfter a troubling childhood, wealthy Evan Sinclair likes life orderly and controlled. He rarely gives in to spontaneously urges--until he begins a chance correspondence with a mystery woman who sounds like his complete opposite...
