The Billionaire's Touch (The Sinclairs #3)(39)

He laid her back on his pillow and knelt between her legs, his eyes devouring her. Leaning forward, he cupped her breasts. She wasn’t well-endowed, and he could hold one orb in each hand.

“Perfect,” he said gutturally.

She quivered as his thumbs traced her nipples, and she murmured his name as he slid into a position on top of her so he could take one of her nipples in his mouth. “Evan.” She said his name with an erotic sigh.

Randi sifted her hands into his hair, arching her back as Evan bit gently on her left nipple and took his time soothing it with his tongue. He moved back and forth, one breast to the other. Nipping. Soothing. Caressing.

“Evan, please,” Randi pleaded when she felt like she couldn’t take any more, loving the way he was making her feel, but needing more.

Gently, he put a finger to her lips and moved his big body to her side so he could touch her. “I have to watch you come,” he told her in a voice rough with emotion.

Her pussy flooded, and her skin began to flush all over as his hand moved down her belly and slid between her thighs. Randi opened to him immediately, needing his touch desperately.

Delving beneath the elastic of her panties, he teased her clit with expert fingers, circling around it before giving her what she needed, and then starting all over again. Before she could climax, he’d back off and tease her again into a state of pure arousal. His mouth continued to erotically torture her breasts.

Randi thrashed her head, feeling like she was in torment and desperate to come. She closed her eyes, seeing a kaleidoscope of color flash beneath her eyelids. “Yes. Please, yes. Don’t stop.”

Evan replaced his mouth with his fingers teasing her nipples, putting his lips beside her ear. “Come for me, Randi. You look so beautiful when you’re finding your release. I want to see it. I want to know it’s me who put that beautiful look on your face,” he said in a husky, seductive whisper, the heat of his breath wafting over her ear.

He was playing her body perfectly, superbly, sending an electric jolt right to her core. Her climax didn’t come in a rush, because Evan didn’t want it to. She tossed her head back and panted, feeling the slow approach of euphoria.

Her orgasm was different this time, her body tingling from her scalp to her toes as waves of sensual pleasure washed over her. It seemed to last forever; it wasn’t long enough. Randi moaned uncontrollably as she let go, undulating her hips against his fingers.

“Beautiful,” Evan said hoarsely. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

She felt like she was floating by the time her body recovered, Evan still stroking lightly between her saturated folds.

Her pussy convulsed in anticipation as he knelt between her legs. Wordlessly, he yanked her panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and buried his cock to the hilt.

Randi’s channel stretched to accept him, her muscles protesting at first at the abrupt invasion at a different angle.

“Mine!” Evan growled possessively, his hands at her hips firmly holding her in place.

She gasped and moved to her hands and knees to accommodate Evan, her heart lurching as she realized that he was claiming her like a caveman.

It was the biggest turn-on she’d ever experienced. She wanted to be taken just like this: hard, demanding, animalistic, and wild as hell.

He started to move, his thrusts growing stronger and harder, his breathing ragged with arousal.

“You’re mine. Say it,” Evan demanded as he thrust into her again and again.

Randi was mute, silent because she was unable to voice the words. Her body was so agitated, ready to incinerate at any moment, and all she could do was push her hips back against him, begging wordlessly for his ferocious possession.

“Say it,” he commanded again, this time slipping his hand between her thighs to tease her clit.

“Yes, dammit. Yes.” Randi knew she was screaming, but her body was reaching a pinnacle that she desperately needed. Evan’s feral, carnal claiming was driving her insane.

She needed to be closer. “Harder,” she insisted, slamming her hips back as he entered her. “More.”

He bent down and lightly bit the vulnerable nape of her neck where her hair had parted and fallen around her face.

Her climax came with blinding electricity that had her lowering her head and screaming into Evan’s pillow.

“Don’t,” he demanded, lifting his mouth from the love bite and pulling her hair gently. “I want to hear your pleasure.”

Her channel clamped down hard on his cock, which was pistoning into her at an almost impossible pace.

“Fuck. Randi.” Evan released a strangled sound between a yell and groan before he relaxed above her, supporting himself on his arms as she sank completely down on the bed.

She almost purred when he moved to her side and pulled her against his damp body, cuddling her against him.

“Shit! I didn’t use a condom.” Evan’s voice sounded uncharacteristically panicked.

Randi rolled slightly so she could see his face. Her heart sank when she saw the terrified look in his eyes. “I’m on birth control. You’re safe.” She’d started in college, and since it helped her periods, she’d stayed on the pill.

Noticing the look of relief on his face made her heart sink even further.

Of course he doesn’t want to get the hooker’s daughter knocked up. He’s a billionaire. Too much at stake for him.