“She mailed it to me with a letter a few months ago, telling me I was going to be married within six months,” he answered reluctantly, slipping the Apache tear back into his coat pocket. “I think she might be demented.”
Randi laughed, and a bolt of pleasure raced through Evan’s body at the husky, sultry sound.
“She’s not crazy. She’s just a little eccentric. Sometimes her predictions actually do come true.”
Evan shook his head. “She’s destined for disappointment with me.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Randi admitted, reaching for the door of her rapidly defrosting vehicle. It was a deep-purple SUV that somehow suited her bold personality. Evan could finally see the make and model clearly.
“Randi?” he questioned huskily.
“Yes?” She turned and looked at him, her expression no longer hostile.
“Don’t worry about my coat. I have another one.” It wasn’t what he really wanted to say, but he couldn’t exactly tell her what he was thinking. She was likely to apply a knee to his balls, and he rather liked them intact.
“I told you to send me a bill if the stain doesn’t come out. You might try the dry cleaners here. They’ve done miracles with some of my clothes. Stains are a job hazard for teachers,” she told him amiably.
It was her smile that made Evan snap. Her eyes were warm and happy, her lips curving into a beautiful expression of joy when she talked about her profession. But the grin was aimed at him, and Evan couldn’t possibly resist seizing the moment. He’d never made an impulsive move in his entire life, but he couldn’t seem to control his mind or body when she smiled at him this way.
He stepped forward without debating his options first, pinned her body against her vehicle, and without a cautionary thought in his head, he kissed her.
Evan groaned as his lips crashed down on hers, knowing that he’d just made a mistake that would probably cost him his sanity. Her body stiffened as he wrapped his arms around her, one hand threading through her hair to protect her head and keep it exactly in a position that allowed him complete access to her mouth. An unfamiliar sense of male satisfaction moved deep in his gut as the clip holding her hair fell to the ground and the dark strands tumbled around her shoulders.
She tasted like chocolate and coffee, and Evan savored the delectable softness of her lips beneath his. Out of control, he demanded access instead of asking. Finally, she became pliant beneath him, letting him in, and he inwardly released a sigh of relief as she wrapped her arms around him and met his marauding tongue stroke for stroke. Evan felt himself drowning in sensation, and it definitely wasn’t the cold of the surrounding environment. Every instinct he had was to claim the woman in his arms, make sure she remembered the heat that raged between them as they kissed each other like they were ravenous for each other. His cock strained for release as Evan explored Randi’s mouth demandingly, his body overheating from the way she returned his embrace enthusiastically.
She was panting by the time he finally lifted his head, both of them desperate for air. It took Evan a few minutes before he could manage to release her. He continued to hold her in his arms, saying nothing, their heavy, ragged breathing the only sound he could identify, the cloudy spirals of their every breath visible in the frigid air around them the only thing he could see. Slowly, reluctantly, his hand untangled from her silky hair and he finally stepped back.
“We can pretend that never happened,” Randi squeaked in a panicked voice.
The hell they could! Evan knew he’d probably have wet dreams about what else could have happened if they weren’t in the middle of the brutal cold in a damn parking lot. “I’m not certain I can,” he confided gruffly.
“We can,” Randi chattered optimistically. “We can’t stand each other. It’s just some crazy physical thing.”
It was definitely physical, but it wasn’t crazy or random. He’d wanted to bury his cock so deeply inside Randi Tyler with an unidentifiable primitive instinct he couldn’t explain since the moment they’d met, and he had a feeling that impulse wasn’t going to go away. Not after he’d tasted her, felt her willing response. She wanted him, and knowing that changed the entire game they’d been playing since the first time he saw her.
She might not like me, but she feels the same chemistry that I do.
“Do you have an escort for Hope’s party?” He ignored her suggestion that they pretend he’d never touched her. He had kissed her . . . and they had both enjoyed it.
“No.”
“You’ll go with me,” he decided, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and handing it to her. “Call your phone so you have my number. Call me when you get home safely.” He didn’t like the way the wind was starting to kick up and the snow was coming down more steadily now.
She looked dazed as she dialed her own phone number, letting it ring in her purse so his number would show up before handing it back to him. “Evan, I don’t think—”
He put a finger over her lips. “Don’t think about it. Just go with me.”
She nodded slowly as though she was still in a pleasure-induced trance. Evan decided he liked that look on her. He was determined now to see what she looked like as she came, screaming his name, his cock deep inside her, her body shuddering in climax.
She would look exquisite, and Evan was more than eager to share that experience with her. Maybe it would resolve the knot of longing that seemed to be pulling tighter and tighter in his gut right now.