All lengthened by sexy, gold strappy heels.
“You look amazing,” I blurted out without thought, dazedly handing her a bottle of water.
Evan’s eyes widened a little at the compliment. “Uh, thanks.”
I had to drag my fucking eyes off her hips. Trying to focus on Cass, I said, “She seems okay.” I placed the bottle of water on the coffee table near her.
“Aye, she’ll be fine,” Evan muttered. “Thanks again.” She looked around the room, her gaze stopping on the bank of windows. “Your place is fantastic.”
I was pretty pleased with my flat. I was glad she liked it. “Thanks.”
She turned to me and teased, “Pity you don’t spend more time here.”
If I had you in my bed, I might.
Thankfully, I didn’t say that out loud, but I might as well have for the thick sexual tension that sprung between us as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Tea,” I blurted.
Evan blinked in confusion. “Huh?”
“Do you want a cup of tea?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
Grateful to have something to do, I busied myself in the kitchen.
Unfortunately, when I returned, Evan was sitting on the opposite arm of the sectional to Cass, the coffee table between her and her unconscious friend whose soft snores now filled the room. That wasn’t the unfortunate part.
The unfortunate part was that sitting down caused the velvet dress to strain across her thighs and shift upward, revealing more of her olive-skinned legs.
She wasn’t wearing any tights.
Fuck.
Even though it was toying with disaster, I sat down close beside her, inhaling the perfume I’d bought her. Feeling territorial, I couldn’t meet her eyes as I handed her a hot mug.
“Were you at work when Patrick called?” she asked.
I nodded.
Silence fell between us. Usually our silence was comfortable.
Not now. The air crackled.
I wasn’t even shocked when Evan said bluntly, “Did I do something?”
I forced myself to meet her gaze. “What?”
She wrinkled her nose in consternation. I wanted to press a kiss to the tip. “You’ve been aloof with me lately. Even a little irritable.”
Hearing the sadness in her tone, I cursed myself for being such a bastard. “It’s not anything you’ve done. It’s me. I’m sorry.”
“Has something happened? Can I help?”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The overwhelming need to pull her into my arms and tell her just holding her would do the trick was intense. And hard to fight. I felt huge next to her on that couch. She’d be light and fragile in my arms. Except for those luscious thighs. I could almost imagine them gripping my hips as I thrust up into her as she straddled me.
God, she’d be small and tight.
Would she even be able to take me?
Feeling myself grow hard and almost dizzy at the thought, I stood abruptly and wandered over to the window. Willing the heat out of my body before I lost control, I sipped at my tea and tried to think of things that disturbed me. Like the time Pat and I walked in on Pat and Evan’s parents fucking in the kitchen when we were twelve.
We were supposed to be staying at my house that night and had surprised them.
Scarred for life.
All four of us.
“Reid.” Evan sidled up next to me, her perfume driving me nuts.
She was driving me nuts.
This was ridiculous.
I was seconds from grabbing her up in my arms and taking her into the bedroom.
“How’s Pat doing?” I asked, trying to distract myself.
If the subject change confused her, she didn’t say anything. “Haven’t you two spoken recently?”
“I’ve been busy. I keep meaning to call …”
“He’s fine. In Aberdeen for a medical conference. And trying to decide whether he should give in to his attraction for a receptionist at his practice. He thinks it might be unprofessional to start something with her.”
Way too close to the bone. I turned away, heading into the kitchen to put my mug in the sink. Taking a few deep breaths, I moved back into the sitting room to find her still standing at the window.
Her back was to me as she stared out at the dark water. Light from across the firth spilled over its inky ripples.
Evan turned her head ever so slightly, as if she sensed me staring.
And something about the loneliness I saw within her broke me.
I crossed the distance between us, drawing to a halt as the back of her head touched my upper chest.
I heard her quick inhale, and my dick hardened.
“Evan,” I exhaled, shaky with need as I touched her arms, my hands coasting up the soft velvet of her dress.
I could see over the top of her head, see her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
Her cheeks flushed, her lids lowered, her lips parted on little pants of excitement.
My fingers slipped under the fabric at her left shoulder, and I pushed it down her arm until the neckline gave way and one small, beautiful breast popped free.
Her large, rosy nipple tightened in the cool air of the apartment.
“Jesus Christ,” I murmured, in awe, desperate to taste her.
Instead, I cupped her breast in my large hand, engulfing it, kneading it, my thumb plucking at her nipple. My other hand settled on her hip, squeezing it, caressing it, learning the shape of her. I buried my head in her neck, kissing her soft skin, my tongue tracing the scent of her perfume as I rolled my hips against the top of her arse. I wanted her to feel how hard she made me.
A moan drifted out of her. “Reid.” Her hands settled on my outer thighs, and she undulated her arse against my dick.
It was like a switch going off.
Lust covered my mind in a haze.
Whirling her around in my arms, I hoisted her into them, bringing her mouth to mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist as my lips and tongue devoured her. Feeling my way there, I carried her to the opposite end of the sofa. Laying her down, I covered her with my body, my kiss hungry and punishing.
She tasted like everything I’d ever wanted.
I needed inside her.
“Fuck, Evan.” I broke the kiss to pull at her dress, freeing her other breast. “I need to see every inch of you.” I pushed up the hem of her skirt to find her underwear. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I’ve never wanted to be inside a woman more.”
“Oh my God,” she panted, her eyes gleaming with desire and something far more dangerous to my heart. “You keep talking like that, and I’m going to come.”
“You keep talking like that and I’m going to come.” My fingers brushed her sex, feeling how wet she was. “Oh, fuck, Ev. I can’t wait. I’ve waited too long.” I fumbled for the buttons and zipper on my suit trousers, desperate to drive my dick deep inside her.
“Urggh, urggh.” The loud, pained moans were like a bucket of ice water over me.
My eyes flew to the other side of the room.
Cass.
Fuck.
I’d forgotten she was even in the room.
Looking back at Evan, I saw her shock, too, and she quickly fumbled to cover herself.
Evan Munro was hurrying to cover herself because I had just mauled her.
Pushing off her, reality crashed back down.
I had nearly fucked my PA.