The Billionaire's Touch (The Sinclairs #3) (13 page)

Randi was elated as she held on to him, even though he tried to push her away. His heated release flooded her throat, and she greedily accepted it, relishing the fact that she could bring this big, strong, proud man almost to his knees.

She took her time making sure she licked every drop of his orgasm from his cock, savoring his groans of approval.

Finally, he grasped her arms and pulled her to her feet.

“Why?” he asked hoarsely, his eyes as stormy as the sea right now.

She didn’t pretend she didn’t understand, because she did. “It felt right. You taste delicious.” She licked her lips just to watch what would happen.

She wasn’t disappointed. He picked her up bodily with a hungry look and dropped her on the bed.

“Did giving me head turn you on?” he asked seriously.

“More than I ever thought possible,” Randi admitted.

He climbed onto the bed. “I’ll fantasize about that beautiful mouth around my cock for the rest of my damn life,” Evan said, partly in awe, but with a trace of self-deprecation.

Randi knew she’d remember everything they’d done together, the closeness they were experiencing. No sexual experience in her past had even come anywhere near the ecstasy she’d found with Evan. Being with him was dangerous and highly addictive.

“I need you,” she whispered faintly, staring at Evan with a pleading look.

“You have me,” he answered immediately.

“Show me more of what it’s like to have mind-blowing sex?” she requested softly. “It’s never been like this for me before,” she revealed truthfully.

Evan let out a rusty chuckle. “And you think I’m an expert? It’s never been like this for me, either. But I will admit that I practiced a lot. I think I was just waiting for you.”

Her heart skittered as Evan reached for the front clasp of her lacy bra.

He stared at the garment as he gently removed it, pulling her arms from the straps before tossing it to the ground. “You’re wrong, you know,” he informed her. “The lingerie you wear is the sexiest I’ve ever seen. I love the soft colors and the delicacy of the lace. So sweet, but I know what’s hidden underneath is even sweeter.”

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.

“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.

But all of them seemed ready to give advice, so he didn’t give a damn why they were all here.

“I don’t even know what kind of flowers she likes, and I don’t know what I did wrong. She just . . . changed.” He’d thought about sending her flowers, and it annoyed him that he didn’t know her favorites.

“What happened before she transformed?” Grady asked solemnly.

“We had incredible sex without a condom,” Evan admitted reluctantly, hating to share anything personal between him and Randi with anyone. But he was desperate.

“And then what?” Dante queried after taking a slug of his coffee.

“I told her I was relieved that she was on the pill and wouldn’t get pregnant.” It was a normal response as far as Evan was concerned.

“No way!”

“Holy shit!”

Dante chimed in, “You might as well have told her you just wanted to get laid.”

“Well, I did . . . kind of,” Evan replied, squirming in his chair uncomfortably. “But only because I really like her and I’m attracted to her. But I don’t ever want to have a child.”

“Why?” Jared asked quietly. “Because of your disability?”

Evan’s head shot up, his expression anxious. “Hope told you.” He had no doubt where their enlightenment came from.

“She told us everything. You could have told us, Evan. Damn, I took enough crap from the old man. He must have made your life a living hell,” Grady grumbled.

They had no idea just how bad it had been, and Evan wasn’t going to apprise them of the details. “I lived. But the problem does seem to be hereditary.”

“Your kid won’t have our father,” Dante reminded him. “He or she would have you.” He hesitated before adding, “Randi loves kids. Maybe she doesn’t want to have some of her own now, but hearing how relieved you were could have been mistaken for a lack of interest in anything other than sex. Did you explain?”

Evan shook his head slowly, contrite that he might have inadvertently given Randi the idea that she wouldn’t have been a fit mother for any child he fathered. She’d completely misunderstood if that was the case. In reality, he was terrified of fathering a child with
any
woman, and he didn’t want to talk about it. Trying to change the subject, he asked, “Any advice on what I can do to make her understand?”

“Grovel?” Jared suggested.

“Talk to her. Tell her the truth about everything,” Grady remarked.

“Make her realize that you care about more than just getting laid,” Dante replied sensibly. “You do care about her, right?”

Evan looked at Dante and nodded slowly. There was no reason to deny it anymore. Just thinking about the fact that he had obviously hurt Randi with his comments made his gut ache so much that he reached into his pocket and popped a few of his ever-ready antacids. He was getting to the point where he didn’t go anywhere without them.

Yes, he’d wanted to fuck her, but there was far more to how he felt about her than just
that
. Emotions were tangled with his desire, and she hadn’t understood his obvious distaste at the idea of fathering a child.

She didn’t understand that it wasn’t her; it was him.

Dante added, “Because if you aren’t serious about her, a couple of the detectives have been asking about her. Every single guy at the station thinks she’s hot.”

Evan saw red and slammed his fist down on the table. “She’s mine. Tell them to back the fuck off or I’ll crush every one of them, officer of the law or not.”

He flew completely off his rocker at the thought of Randi being with anyone but him, and his fury blinded him to the fact that he
never
lost his temper completely. Not that he would have given a damn even if he was rational enough to think about it.

His brothers just grinned.

“Did you see Elsie’s article in the paper today, dear?”

Randi had popped into Natural Elements to see how Beatrice had weathered the blizzard. Obviously, she was doing fine. The elderly woman’s enthusiasm was infectious.

“She’s got an article out today?” Randi asked curiously as she looked at the eclectic collection of items for sale in the store. “I’m surprised, since the snow just stopped last night.”

Beatrice’s head bobbed excitedly. “Yep. She titled it ‘Blockbuster Movie Star Coming to Amesport.’”

Randi laughed as she listened to the drama in Beatrice’s voice as she relayed the title of Elsie’s article.

“He’s single,” she reminded the self-proclaimed matchmaker with a wink. Julian Sinclair coming to Amesport really
was
a big deal because he’d become a box-office sensation, but Randi supposed his family was trying to keep his presence as quiet as possible. Elsie Renfrew—or Elsie the Informer, as most of them called her when she wasn’t present—was Beatrice’s bosom buddy, and still wrote for the Amesport newspaper. Randi wasn’t sure how either one of them had known about the Sinclair cousins coming into Amesport, but somehow they had. No doubt they had finagled the information from one of the family. Beatrice and Elsie might look like two sweet little old ladies, but they were merciless when it came to getting the scoop on town gossip. Randi had known them both long enough to ignore their seemingly innocent probing questions.

“I know, dear, but he won’t be single for long,” Beatrice told her confidently. “His destiny is here.”

Randi fingered the Apache tear in her pocket, thinking how wrong Beatrice had been in her prediction for her. The only man Randi really wanted was totally unavailable to a woman like her. Her anger with Evan was already diminishing. What had she expected? Had she wanted him to tell her that it didn’t matter if she got pregnant? That wouldn’t have been logical or reasonable. In truth, she didn’t want to be a single mother, but she did want children someday.

She had gone into the sexual relationship knowing nothing more could ever happen with Evan. It was
her
that wanted something more; not
him.
She really had no right to expect any other reaction than one of relief. Randi knew she should feel the same way. Oddly, she didn’t.

“You think he doesn’t care about you?” Beatrice asked as she ran a feather duster over the shelves.

“I know he doesn’t,” Randi agreed, leaning back against the counter of the store.

“You’re wrong,” Beatrice chirped. “He hides a lot, but the truth will come out eventually.”

“He’s not for me, Beatrice.”

“This isn’t one of my errors. My spirit guides seem to be strong with the Sinclairs,” Beatrice said firmly.

Randi smiled. She wasn’t about to break the news that she thought Beatrice’s spirit guides had dementia.

“I have to run,” she told her warmly. “Lily is in the car.”

She hadn’t been home, so she was still carrying her dog around with her.

Beatrice turned and speared Randi with a pointed look. “Don’t give up. He’s worth the wait. He was always going to be a tough nut to crack.”

Randi nodded even though she wasn’t a believer in Beatrice’s predictions. At least not this one. “What about the cousins?” she asked, wondering what Beatrice was likely to predict for them.

“They all belong here, and I’ve already had dreams about the first one.”

Poor guys. The Sinclair cousins have no idea what’s coming.

She highly doubted any of the cousins were going to move to Amesport. Micah was into extreme sports, Julian’s place was in Hollywood, and Xander the bad boy had to be out painting a big city red to remain happy. Not a single one of them belonged here.

“Take care of yourself, Beatrice,” Randi said fondly as she reached for the door.

“You too, honey, and remember what I said. You two were meant to be.”

Shoving the door open, Randi called back, “Thanks, Beatrice.”

Once outside, Randi sprinted to her vehicle with a shake of her head. Poor Beatrice was destined for failure on this prediction. She just didn’t know it yet.

Later that afternoon, Randi had a tutoring session at the Center. School would start up again tomorrow, but she’d committed to an appointment, and she was glad Matt’s mother hadn’t canceled.

She’d been working with him on his reading, one of the third grader’s problem areas.

“It doesn’t make sense,” the child complained, frustrated as he tried to read a passage in a storybook.

“It will,” Randi encouraged. “You just have to keep trying. Sound the word out,” she told him with a patient smile. “You’ll get it.”

Matt was smart, but unfortunately he needed more one-on-one time, something that she wasn’t able to give him in class. She’d asked his parents to start sending him to her free tutoring sessions at the Center, and she made sure to carve out an afternoon where she could work with him alone.

Catching a brief movement out of the corner of her eye, Randi turned her head to see Evan watching her and Matt as they struggled through the book. His shoulder was comfortably propped against the doorframe, so he’d obviously been there for a while.

He was dressed in a power suit again, and his expression was darkly brooding. Putting his hands into the pockets of his wool coat, he strolled into the room as he spoke. “It will take him at least four times as long for word recognition. What he sees isn’t the same as what other kids see. His brain is wired differently. Sometimes he won’t be able to connect a word with an object or a meaning. Sarcasm might be hard to understand sometimes, and he might have problems finding the right words to say. Joking around might be something he can’t always grasp, so he might be uncomfortable with it sometimes. But he can be just as accomplished as any other child.”

Randi stared at Evan, dumbfounded at his words before the lightbulb went off in her head. There had been subtle signs: his need for extreme organization and rigid routine, him asking her to dial her own phone number instead of doing it himself, his quirk of sometimes taking things seriously that were actually teasing, and his drive and determination to succeed when he was already more accomplished than most men in the world.