The Billionaire's Touch (The Sinclairs #3)(71)

“I just want to see you come,” Evan replied, sounding completely fascinated.

He stripped her of all of her intentions with his reaction. Jesus, he did just want to see her pleasured. He had started out by insisting on her promise to marry him, but his desire to see her happy had just trumped his own wants and needs.

Evan Sinclair was the most complicated man Randi had ever met, and the only one who could make her crazy and so damned touched at the same time.

“I love you so much,” she moaned, the look of pleasure on his face as he watched her take herself to climax arousing her almost unbearably.

“I love you, too, baby. Make yourself come,” he encouraged, his eyes now glued to her face.

The fact that he was watching her with laser focus was so erotic that Randi found herself tumbling over the edge as she pinched and stroked her clit harder and harder.

Her back arched as she moaned, her body pulsating as her head moved from side to side.

She screamed as Evan pushed her thighs apart, pinned her hands over her head, and entered her with one smooth thrust. The feeling of him filling her on the heels of her self-induced climax was almost more than she could bear.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced,” Evan rumbled above her. “But I was getting jealous of your own hands.”

“Nothing feels as good as this,” Randi purred as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Fuck me, Evan. I need you.”

She heard a desperate, low groan fall from his lips as he pumped into her again. “I love you, Randi. Don’t ever doubt that. There’s never been anyone for me but you. There never will be.”

Believing him wasn’t a problem. She felt the same way, and she knew she couldn’t be feeling all of this alone. “Feels so good,” she panted. “More. Please.”

He gave her what she wanted, releasing her hands and putting one of her legs over his shoulder to change his angle of entry. His massive cock rubbed against her clit with every hard thrust of his hips, pushing her higher and higher.

Randi watched his face as she felt another orgasm starting to build. Evan was a miracle to her, a man she considered out of reach to a woman like her. Little did she know how very real he was, or that he had a heart as big as the ocean beneath his arrogant fa?ade.

“I love you, Evan,” she cried out as she felt her climax thundering over her, her emotions tumbling along with the waves of rapture.

She raised her hips, meeting his thrusts with her heart skittering and her body vibrating in ecstasy.

Evan let her leg drop from his shoulder and he found her mouth with his, absorbing her screams of pleasure as he ravaged her with a kiss of deep possession and urgent demand. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his embrace with the same fiery passion, as her fingernails dug into the skin of his back with a grip so strong she knew she was marking him.

He pulled his mouth from hers and bit at her bottom lip. “Fuck, yes!” he exclaimed with a low groan that was almost a howl as she continued clutching at his back, endless pulsations gripping at his cock.

Her climax had milked him of his own release, and the two of them clung to each other in a hot, sweaty mess as they both tried to catch their breath.

“Mine!” Evan growled. “You’ll always be mine, Randi.”

She shuddered at his animalistic tone and covetous, carnal words. Strangely, his claiming felt more like a vow, his commitment to be there for her for the rest of their lives.

He rolled, pulling her with him so she was sprawled on top of him. Randi sighed, knowing it was just one of many of Evan’s moves to protect her and keep her from taking his weight on top of her, even though she’d welcome it.

“Yes,” she said simply in a breathless voice.

“Yes?” Evan asked hopefully.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” She’d do everything in her power to make Evan happier than he’d ever been in his life. He deserved to love and to be loved more than any man she’d ever met. Randi knew nobody would ever love this complicated man more than she would, and nobody would ever understand him better than she could. He’d probably never lose his veneer of sophistication and arrogance, but it didn’t matter. She knew the kind of heart that was underneath all of that.

“What convinced you?” he asked, sounding elated.

“Not your teasing tactics,” she admonished him.

“Then what was it? I’d like to know for future reference,” he told her jokingly.

She put a gentle palm to his whiskered jaw and told him honestly, “Because there’s never been anyone else for me but you, either.”

The look of relief on his face spoke volumes as he covered her palm with his larger hand and lowered his forehead to rest against hers.

“Thank fuck,” he whispered fiercely, as though she was the most precious thing he’d ever been given in his entire life.

Knowing the pain that Evan had suffered and the burdens he’d carried for so long all alone, Randi held him close to her and promised herself that this man of hers would never be alone with any future troubles ever again.

“I love you, baby,” he said huskily.

Randi sighed happily, wondering if she might just believe in a little bit of Beatrice’s magic after all.





EPILOGUE




A Few Months Later . . .