upright. He winked at her and the anxiety she’d been holding on to slid from her. She turned back to Green Eyes and softly, but firmly said, “Please don’t hurt me.”
He looked indignant at even the thought, which immediately set her fears aside.
Before he could respond, Evan moved up behind her possessively. “Hurt her, and you won’t walk out of this room.” Ah, there was Evan acting as a boyfriend should. But she doubted he could kick this cowboy’s ass.
Despite Evan’s warning, Katy swallowed hard, glancing quickly up at the hunk who smirked at Evan and replied, “The only hurting I’ll give her will be for more.”
Katy gasped. She didn’t dare turn to look at Evan. His silence screamed his unhappiness. But—she swallowed hard and looked up into the stranger’s gleaming eyes now completely focused on her—damn if she wasn’t excited to see this through. “Take off your pants; I want to see if you’re going to be worth the storm that’s brewing behind me.” Evan was going to regret this, because she knew she was not. And that was going to be a problem.
Without breaking gazes, Green Eyes unbuttoned his tailored trousers and shoved them down his hewn thighs. Katy’s curious gaze dropped, the impressive sight giving her cause for pause. He was big and beautiful and growing by the minute. Her breasts tingled with excitement. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed. “Now please take off your shirt.”
“Take yours off first,” he commanded.
Green Eyes’ demand pushed her arousal into high gear. “Aren’t you the cocky one?” she boldly said, caressing his tall muscular length with a long slow gaze.
Evan pulled her back against his chest, sliding his hands down her waist then up and beneath her bra and form-fitting sweater. As his hands cupped her sensitive breasts, she moaned, never once drawing her hooded-gaze from the stranger’s blazing stare. “I’ll do the honors,” Evan breathed against her ear. Before his hands drew the sweater up, his fingers tugged and rolled her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His lips brushed against the nape of her neck, eliciting a rash of goose bumps. “She has great tits,” he quietly said to the other man. He squeezed them and Katy’s knees wavered. “Big, firm, succulent. The kind of tits a man dreams about.” He lowered his hands, much to Katy’s disappointment. Then slowly he drew the sweater up and over her shoulders. He dropped the fabric to the floor and Katy’s eyes widened as Green Eyes’ cock thickened.
Slipping his fingers beneath her bra straps, Evan lowered one, then the other just to the tip of her breasts, barely covering her nipples. He slid his hands across the high swells and squeezed as his lips grazed her neck again. “Don’t forget who you belong to, Katy,” he whispered for her ears alone.
His possessive words were more of an aphrodisiac than any pill. She arched, digging her bottom into his burgeoning cock. His hands tightened on her at the contact. He slid the bra lower, unclasping it. Then, cupping her breasts, he held them up in offering to the stranger, who stepped forward.
The intensity of Green Eyes’ gaze electrified her. He smiled a half smile, reached up to her face, gently slid her glasses from her, and tossed them to a nearby chair. Then he reached behind her head, nudging Evan away and unclasped the hair clip holding her mass of dark chestnut curls in place. The heavy wave of hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. He dug his long fingers through it, smoothing it up and off her shoulders so that her bare breasts were not hidden from his white-hot gaze. A shiver ran along her spine scattering a new rash of goose bumps along her skin. His lips broke into a fully satisfied smile at her reaction to his touch.
“That’s better,” he huskily said, then dropped to his knees, sliding his fingertips across her sensitive nipples.
She hissed in a breath, afraid to let the moan
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