The Billionaire's Touch (The Sinclairs #3)(51)

“The man who tried to assault you is dead,” Evan told her unhappily, as though he was disappointed he couldn’t make Randi’s tormenter suffer. “He died of a heart attack several years ago.”

“You tried to find him?” Randi asked, her eyes opening wide in disbelief.

“Of course. If the asshole wasn’t already dead, he was going to wish he was when I found him,” Evan answered, his voice vibrating with anger.

“You tracked him down for me?” She had no doubt Evan had been seeking revenge for an incident that happened years ago. Randi knew he wasn’t capable of cold-blooded murder, but there were plenty of other ways for a billionaire to completely destroy somebody’s life.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” Evan answered in a grave voice. “If the bastard was still molesting children, he needed to be stopped.”

Randi was relieved the man was dead. “How did you find out?”

“There are very few things I can’t do,” Evan answered cockily.

She squealed as her back hit the floor with Evan looming over her, his expression fierce. She asked breathlessly, “So this is what really makes you happy?”

“It makes me fucking ecstatic,” he grumbled as his head swooped down to capture her mouth with his.

Randi wrapped her arms around his neck, trembling as their heated skin made contact.

Screw the meditation. I need this more. Evan makes me crazy, and I can’t concentrate.

Randi separated her mouth from Evan’s with a determined turn of her head and pushed against his shoulders. “Up,” she grunted as she found herself pushing against what felt like a rock wall. Evan was heavy and muscular, definitely strong enough that she couldn’t move unless he let her.

He did.

Immediately.

Helping her move to a sitting position, he looked at her, confused. “Are you okay?”

Desire still simmered in the pool of his gorgeous blue eyes, but it was mixed with concern.

Randi reached for the bottom of his tank top and yanked, causing him to raise his arms to remove it. She tossed it over her shoulder as she told him sternly, “I promised myself I’d teach you to loosen the reins on your control when you aren’t working.” Reaching for the hem of her own T-shirt, she whipped it over her head and sent it in the same direction as Evan’s garment.

She was braless, and her nipples were pebbled and sensitive, which was probably the reason Evan’s eyes kept returning to her chest.

“Are we going to meditate naked?” Evan asked calmly, his gaze questioning as his eyes scanned her naked breasts hungrily. “If so, I’m definitely doomed to fail.”

“Nope,” Randi answered firmly. “We’re just going to do it differently.”

She pushed Evan onto his back and he went willingly. “Is this your naughty teacher persona?” Evan said huskily. “If it is, it’s pretty hot.”

Biting her lip to keep from laughing at his comment, Randi stood and started sliding her yoga pants slowly downward. “Since you can’t seem to be happy unless you’re getting laid, maybe you can let go of control this way.” She kicked aside the thin, stretchy pants and her panties, leaving her completely naked. She looked down at him and licked her lips nervously.

Evan was a dominant male, and was obsessive about making her climax. Would he tolerate her taking complete control? Would he trust her enough?

“Do you trust me?” Randi asked him as she went to her knees and slowly pulled the drawstring on his sweatpants.

“Yes,” he answered quickly, sincerely.

He lifted his ass as she pulled at his boxers, cooperating to get himself as naked as she was at the moment.

“Good.” She nodded at him as she swung her leg over his body. “Then let me have control this time. All you have to do is think of nothing except sensation.”

His cock had been rock hard as she’d divested him of his clothing. Her core spasmed in anticipation as she grasped his shoulders and finally met his fiery gaze.

“Why?” he asked huskily, looking like he was struggling with the idea of doing almost nothing.

“Because I want you to,” she answered simply, letting her saturated core slide against the long length of his cock.

Rocking her hips, she used Evan’s hard member to rub against her slick clit, a low moan escaping her lips as she felt the friction against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Okay.” Evan didn’t sound happy, but he was watching her face as though he was mesmerized by her every movement.

She could feel his eyes on her as she reached up and stripped her hair from its confinement, allowing the silky strands to fall in a messy heap around her shoulders. “Close your eyes,” she requested, her voice deep and aroused as she continued to move her hips against him.

“I want to see you come—”

Randi pressed two fingers against his lips to silence him. “You’ll know when it’s time. Just concentrate on clearing your mind of everything except the feel of us together.”

He pressed his eyes closed, but muttered unhappily, “Like I could think about anything else?”

Randi smiled because she knew Evan couldn’t see her. She knew that he fretted about making her happy and making her climax whenever they were together. She didn’t think he realized that it was going to happen naturally. He didn’t have to think about it, because he was Evan. She could get off just from thinking about him.