I rubbed my eyes to soothe the dull headache this mind-fuck of a day had caused. Just when I started to let myself picture a future, this happened. If I couldn’t trust a guy like Evan, who could I trust? We never officially said we were exclusive, but it sure felt that way to me.

Maybe cat lady really was my destiny.

I stepped closer to Evan and gazed into his eyes. He seemed panicked, but sincere. I ignored the pangs in my stomach to wrap my arms around him and forget today ever happened.

“Look, Evan—”

Evan grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. It was possessive, it was desperate, and it was hot. So hot that, as angry as I still was, I fell limp in his arms. Evan had kissed me stupid and senseless.

When he pulled back, both of us were panting. He rested his forehead against mine, clutching my face in his hands. “You own me. Can’t you see that? You’re the only one I want. Only you.”

I wanted to own him, possess him, and know without a doubt that he was mine. I cringed at the thought of Jenna on his lap, her lips on his. But instead of making me turn away, I kissed Evan harder. His hand tangled in my hair as our tongues and lips collided. The rage burning through my veins quickly took a back seat to the ache between my legs.

The urge to claim him was so overwhelming, I was dizzy. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling for the hem of his shirt. I lifted it over his head and threw it behind me. Evan was all muscles and hard ridges. He made my mouth water and want to lick every inch. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged him closer to me. I dragged open mouth kisses down his neck and across his chest. I leaned over to nip at his abs when he grabbed my face and crushed his lips back to mine. He lifted me up by my waist and I snaked my legs around his torso, moaning into his mouth as our lips kept moving.

He carried me into my bedroom and lay me down on the bed. Honey colored eyes full of heat raked down my body, soaking my panties down to my jeans. I grabbed Evan’s face and pressed my forehead against his.

“I want you to own me.” He raised his eyebrows as he settled on top of me.

“Own you?” He ran his finger slowly down my cheek and over my lips. He closed his eyes and hissed when I opened my mouth to suck on his finger.

“Shit, Daisy please don’t do things like that. It’ll be over before it even starts. And I’ve waited a long . . .” Evan grabbed the hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head. I shivered as he dragged his hands down my chest, over my stomach to the button of my jeans. With the flick of his finger, my jeans were unzipped and quickly dragged down my legs.

“Very long . . .” Once my jeans were off, he feathered kisses up my leg, starting at my ankle and working his way up to the inside of my thigh. The roughness of the stubble on his cheeks and the warm, soft wetness of his mouth was an intoxicating combination. I arched my back and spread my legs wider, hoping he’d get the hint and give me attention where I needed it most.

“Long time for this . . . I’m going to own every single part of this beautiful body tonight.” Evan ran his hands up my body, his fingers flirting with the edge of my panties. He pressed light kisses across my stomach, and down over my still covered clit, now painfully swollen and throbbing so hard I was sure Evan could feel it through my panties.

“Evan, please!” Sweat dripped down my face as I begged. I wanted him so much I was trembling. Again I arched my back to bring his mouth closer to where I needed him.

Finally, he inched my panties down my legs with his thumbs. He cocked an eyebrow at me as he climbed back up my body. I whimpered in frustration until he reached down and slid a finger inside me, dragging it in and out at a slow and torturous pace.

“So wet. Is that all for me? You like my mouth on you, running my tongue all over what’s mine?”

“All you have to do is walk into a room and I’m wet. Evan, please just . . . oh God!” He added another finger and rubbed his thumb over my clit.

“Almost every time I’ve been near you I’ve been hard as a rock and had to hide it. Now you finally understand the torture.” The sight of Evan sucking my wetness off his fingers almost made me come on the spot.

“I knew you’d be this sweet. I’m trying to go slow, but—”

“Don’t worry about slow, I just need you to . . .” He pulled down my bra straps low enough for my swollen breasts to spill over the cups, and took a nipple in his mouth as he kneaded the other between his fingers. That mouth was going to be the death of me.

Evan yanked me forward to unsnap my bra and rip it off.

“You’re so beautiful. Like a fucking dream—” I grabbed his head and kissed him hard. He pulled at my hair as he thrust against me. His cock strained against his jeans. He was so hard and . . . big; so big I started to get nervous at how all of what I felt between my legs was going to fit inside me.

“I’m naked and you still have pants on. I find this unfair.” I dropped my head back as Evan laughed into my neck.

“Once I take my pants off, that will be it, and I need a better taste first . . .” Evan gave me a soft, sensual kiss before dragging his lips back down my body until, finally, his head was between my legs. He ran his lips along my clit, giving it soft kisses and flicking it with his tongue. He let out a throaty chuckle as my legs thrashed back and forth. When I couldn’t take much more, Evan had a fill of his own teasing and grabbed my hips and covered me with his mouth.

“Evan . . . fuck . . . that feels so good . . .” The vibrations from Evan’s moans as he sucked on my clit went all the way to my toes. When he slid two fingers inside, I closed my eyes and swore I saw actual stars. I screamed as I came hard, but he wouldn’t stop licking me or fucking me with his fingers. He drew out every last spasm and tremor until I was a rag doll in his arms.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come.” Evan kept his eyes on me as he dug his wallet out of his pants, frantically feeling around for something until he pulled out a foil packet. He stood to drop his pants and boxers, kicking them off as he rolled the condom on. Yep, he was huge. Evan Jacobs was a sex god, and I wanted to worship him until I passed out. After the most intense orgasm of my life, it wouldn’t take much more to get me there.

Evan settled himself between my legs and slid inside me. My body took him in, getting used to the fullness quickly as he picked up the pace.

“You okay?” Evan picked up his head to look at me. Our locked gazes made everything more intense. I dug my nails into his muscular back as I felt the buildup inside me start to pulse.

“I’m much better than okay,” I whispered as I lifted my hips in time with his movements. Evan covered my mouth with his as he moved faster and deeper.

“Paige, you with me? I can’t hold off any longer.” Sweat poured off Evan’s face and dripped down my neck.

“Don’t, I want to watch you come, too.” Evan’s body tensed as we both found our release. Both panting, we stared into each other’s eyes with goofy, very satisfied smiles. He was still inside me as I quivered in his arms.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming.” Evan kissed my forehead as he rolled onto his back.

“No babe, not dreaming.” I pressed a light peck to his chest as I propped my head up on my elbow. “My sex dreams are never that incredible.” Evan chuckled as he pulled me in for a slow, lingering kiss.

“I want you to know something.” Evan smoothed my matted hair off my sweaty forehead and cupped my cheek.

“As long as I have you, there will never be anyone else for me. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Please don’t doubt that.” The sincerity in his expression tugged at my heart. So much for self-preservation.

Whatever our future held, I would never be the same. After a lifetime of mediocre, I finally had a glimpse of amazing—and there would be no going back from that. At least not in one piece.