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.
“I’m clean,” he said in a rush. “I’ve been tested, and that’s the first time I’ve had sex with any woman without a condom.”
“You’re safe with me,” Randi replied flatly. “I’ve been checked out, too, and I haven’t been with anybody since.”
“I wasn’t as concerned about that as I was about you getting pregnant,” Evan shared blandly.
After what they had shared, hearing him say those words hurt. Logically, Randi understood his concern, but it slapped her back into reality.
This is nothing but a fling. Enjoy it, but don’t get emotionally involved. It’s sexual. You’re both scratching an itch.
She moved to the side of the bed and got up, headed for the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” Evan asked gruffly, sounding unhappy.
“I think I’ll take a bath in your enormous bathtub,” she replied, reminding herself that she’d wanted to use it before she left.
“Want company?” he asked suggestively, his tone hopeful.
“I think I can handle it alone,” she answered in a monotone voice, needing to hold it together until she made it out of the room.
He didn’t answer, and Randi didn’t expect him to.
Not a single tear leaked from her eyes until she closed and locked the bathroom door.
CHAPTER 12
The storm lost strength later that night, and Randi headed home the next morning, after Dante had called to let her know the power was back on at her house.
Restless even after his workout, Evan had headed over to Grady’s house on foot, needing an outlet for his troubled state of mind.
“I don’t know what I did wrong,” he told his brothers as they all sat around Grady’s table with a mug of coffee in front of each of them. He’d decided to confess everything about his relationship with Randi, hoping they could help. He’d risk all of them making jokes if he could get some information on the way a woman’s mind worked. There was nothing he wanted more than to make Randi happy.
“Talk to her?” Grady suggested. “I’m beginning to learn that gifts don’t really work with women when they’re angry.”
“He needs to figure out what he did wrong first,” Jared observed, frowning as he tried to figure out the problem.
“What exactly did you say to her that pissed her off?” Dante asked curiously.
Evan looked around the table, and every one of his brothers’ expressions was humorless. They were actually trying to be helpful . . . which surprised the hell out of him.
He’d been a little taken aback when all of his brothers had turned up at Grady’s house soon after he arrived. Dante was dressed for work, but said he had time to kill before leaving since he’d worked straight through the crisis of the blizzard. Jared gave no real excuse for why he had wandered over.
Evan was willing to bet that Grady had called and asked his brothers to drop over because he was here, but he had no idea why.