Page 48 of Five Days to Be Mine

My mouth goes dry.

I want this.

There’s a smoking hot man inches from my face, who has said over and over that he wants me.

But wanting it doesn’t stop my thoughts from scurrying, pulling me in different directions.

This is too fast.

What kind of woman has sex with a man in the middle of the afternoon?

What if this doesn’t work?

Or worse, what if he does think I’m only using him for his money?

And past hurts buried deep in my emotional well bubble up to the surface.

What if, after I get to know Evan, he complains about my weight?

He’s reassured me that he finds me attractive and he has never made a comment that makes me feel bad, but experiences tell me that only lasts for so long.

“Stop thinking, Mara.”

His soft lips touch mine, slowly, as if he’s trying to coax my thoughts to stillness. His tongue dances with mine and my thoughts do come to a stop.

I’m lost in the feel of his devouring kiss, then his lips are skimming my jaw, dipping to my collarbone.

He moves above me, pressing his hips against mine. “I’m so hard for you, Mara.”

His sultry voice makes me blush.

I thread my fingers in his silky strands, needing to feel his hair through my fingers.

His hands glide down to my hips, he shoves down the waistband of my leggings, pulling me towards him.

“I’m desperate to taste you. I’ve thought about you every night since the one we shared together.”

Goosebumps break out across my skin from the coolness of having my leggings off of me or his hands on my thighs.

Shoving my panties off, I lay back, still with my shirt on, which strikes me as funny.

“What’s making you giggle?” Evan grabs my fingertips as he presses his thumbs along my inner thighs.

“I still have my top on. You’re fully dressed.”

“I didn’t want to rush things but I’m impatient.” Evan grins that wolfish smile at me, and my heart skips a beat.

He drops a kiss on my lips, stands and then unbuckles his pants.

“Better?”

My mouth goes dry at the sight of his carved muscular thighs and legs. He’s just as strong as I remembered.

“Getting there.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me, and I giggle.

He takes off his shirt, revealing his wall of muscles. He struts to me. “Now, better?”

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