Page 71 of Billion Dollar Revenge

His eyes glow with a savage inner fire as he stands in front of me. "Fine, but there's been something I wanted to do since the first moment I watched you drink whiskey.”

I tilt my head with a pitched brow. “You d?”

He swallows the rest of my words when his mouth meets mine. Our lips move with ferociousness. His tongue glides along mylips, and I part them instantly. I whimper when our bodies touch and his tongue twirls with mine. He's no longer a temptation; his real, strong body against me feels amazing. His lips move against mine in a perfect rhythm, so delicate. I had never guessed he would be delicate, yet at the same time take control. My lips follow his movement with perfect synchronicity.

He pulls back slowly, seductively, commanding. It offers so much promise of what tonight could bring. As his eyes collide with mine, they’re dark and feral. “The taste of bourbon in your mouth makes me wanna drown you in it, then lick it from your body.”

The words cause goosebumps to scatter across my skin, the promise tempting. I can picture it in my mind. God, I want that too.

I raise my eyebrow and play along. "Only if I can do it too."

He shakes his head as he grips mine with both of his hands and kisses me again. A deep, guttural growl leaves his throat on contact. One of his hands on my hip and the other on the back of my jaw keeps me in place. The thumb sliding along my jaw sends tingles down my spine and pools of heat between my legs.

As his hands slip from my head down over my neck, I shiver from the touch of his thumb against my throat. My skin remembers his fingers, and I expect him to stop there, but he doesn't. His hand slips down along the side of me, and I inhale sharply when he skims the side of my breasts.

My skin is hot from just his caress over my clothes. I want him so badly it hurts. Our tongues continue to swirl together as my fingers slide into his hair, the hair I’ve daydreamed about touching. I run my hands through it, curling and tightening, egging him on. His hand moves to my lower back, and he pushes me flush against him.

He's breathing heavily. "So, this is the first time for both of us in a long time."

"Are you warning me that it's not going to last?"

His fingers move to my face, bringing my chin closer to his. His eyes suddenly turn serious, pinning me. Instantly, my body wakes up.

"There’s no way you’ll be leaving here without a real orgasm."

The promise hits me hard, and I blurt out, "I promise, I’ll never lie to you." If one of his kisses leaves me gasping, I can't imagine what it’ll be like to go further together.

"I can read your body if you lie to me anyway." He smirks confidently. “And baby, once we start, I'm not going to be able to stop. So I’ll ask you again, are you sure about this?"

He is so compelling that, on instinct, I inch forward, impelled involuntarily by my own passion. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

It's one of the things I enjoy about Evan. He's not cocky; he's confident. To the outside world, he's quiet and cold, but to me, he is anything but.

My need for him is beyond desperate. I tug his shirt out of his pants and undo his buttons one by one, starting from the base until his chest is exposed.

Humming at the sight before me, my hands glide over his strong warm chest and down over his stomach. The dark hair is trimmed. His body is strong with a hint of softness that reminds me he works out but not in a I-live-in-the-gymway. The noises he makes and his shallow breathing tell me he's enjoying this as much as me.

Because this is his first time in eight years, I want this to be as good for him as he promises it will be for me. I want him to know how attracted I am to him just by how I touch and look at him.

His hands lie limp beside him, as if he is enjoying watching me remove pieces of clothing from his body. I move my hand all the way up his broad shoulders and push his shirt off too. My eyes drink in his body—up his big, bulging biceps, over his broadshoulders, down his chest that has a dusting of hair that trails down to his abdomen and stops where his pants start.

Grabbing the bottom of my tank, he pulls it swiftly over my head, along with my sports bra. His eyes bounce between my face and my breasts. I enjoy the way he looks darkly at me, a deep longing clear as day in his stare.

I'm tingling with desire, but I hold myself back. His finger reaches out to touch my side at the same time he leans forward and peppers kisses along my shoulder.

My heart beats rapidly, breaths quickening to match. "Beautiful, so fucking beautiful, Shell." His nickname for me comes out huskily as he murmurs against my skin.

My hands twitch, needing more. I grab his belt and pull it off. He removes my leggings as I unbutton his pants. They fall easily to his ankles, leaving him standing in only his briefs. I reach out and stroke his hot, taunt stomach. He whimpers when I touch him. The sound almost breaks me, but I know he needs this. When it’s his turn, he'll find me wet, and that will make him see how badly I want him. I wiggle my leggings off and kick them away. Pushing my thong down, he does the same with his boxers. Now we both stand naked, breathing heavily with anticipation. His cock is big and hard. He’s 6’5”, with big hands and feet, so I took a guess he was big, but I take my time looking over him, memorizing it into my brain. Thankful he gave in to my plea. I’ve never craved someone enough to beg. But with Evan, I’d do it again. The fire in his eyes and the way he touches me make me feel special. I don’t want him to ever stop looking at or touching me.

Remembering his earlier words, I step over and snatch the bottle of bourbon from the table and walk back to him.

He quirks an eyebrow.

I smirk. “My turn first.”

Chapter 20

Chelsea

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