Three Men and a Woman: Evangeline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Billings Page B
Authors: Rachel Billings
Tags: Romance
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warm and comforting, validating. His dimples sweet, even when he wasn’t smiling but just watching her, waiting.
She loved him.
She surrendered, and he made no effort to be subtle. He strode through the reception, her hand firmly gripped in his. He completely ignored the people who called to him, not stopping for either of them to make contact or chat.
She was still barefoot, nearly having to run to keep up with him. He took her up the stairs of the veranda, across it, and through the clubhouse. From the entrance, he started her across the drive to an old carriage house that had been converted to guest rooms. She hopped once as her feet hit the rough gravel.
He gave her a quick backward glance, then scooped her up in his arms.
His stride didn’t slow at all as he carried her across the gravel. He set her on her feet at his door while he fished the key card from his wallet. Pushing the door open, he held it and looked at her. And waited.
He wouldn’t sweep her into his room like he’d swept her across the drive. She’d have to walk in under her own power. She’d have to decide, consent.
It turned out he didn’t have a lot of patience and wasn’t above nudging. “I want this, Evangeline. I want you.”
His was a very powerful presence. Tall and muscular, he loomed over her. His dark eyes were intense, seductive, and compelling. He was incredibly sexy, sexual.
And she loved him.
* * * *
It was a near thing. Gio really wanted her to make the call. He was fantastically driven to have her, but still, it should be her choice. He didn’t like to think he would push her, press her without her consent.
He was about half a second away from finding out the truth of that when she stepped into his room.
Bloody thank God.
He followed her in and closed the door. And locked it, double locked it.
The room was small, and she didn’t have much of anywhere to go, so she kind of hovered, halfway between the door and the king-size bed. He walked around her to the tiny seating area at the window. The table had a small lamp shaded with colored glass. He turned that on and then drew the curtains closed. He wanted to see her, but he didn’t want her worrying about who might be outside looking in. Not that he gave a fuck.
She’d watched his movements, looking at him from across the bed. She was so lovely, that silver glimmering in the soft light, her skin glowing. He let his gaze drift from her face to her breasts. He saw she felt the weight of it. Her breathing quickened, and her breasts lifted.
Just the heat of his gaze could do that. She was freaking responsive. His dick filled in anticipation.
Staying where he was, he slowly loosened his tie and removed it. Then he shrugged his jacket off and draped it pretty carelessly over one of the chairs.
She watched, still and intent, and it was a wicked turn-on. He started unbuttoning his shirt and, for the first time in his life, made a little tease of it. He moved lazily, taking his time with each button, letting her see a little more of his chest as each one fell open. When he got to the bottom, he pulled the tails out of his pants and let the shirt hang from his shoulders.
He let her look, knowing she could see now the way his cock tented out his fly. He had the chance to cover up a bit as he unfastened his cuffs, but he didn’t take it. It was probably better to let her know what she was in for.
He dropped the shirt without any care at all. He toed out of his shoes then balanced on one foot at a time to tug his socks off.
She was fucking turned on. He could hear her breath and see little shivers ripple through her. She apparently liked what she saw, and he was fucking glad.
He walked around the bed and enjoyed how her eyes widened as he moved closer. He bypassed her for just a minute to open up the bed. Then he went and stood before her.
He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close, hard.
“Mmm.” The action made a cradle for his cock between their
She loved him.
She surrendered, and he made no effort to be subtle. He strode through the reception, her hand firmly gripped in his. He completely ignored the people who called to him, not stopping for either of them to make contact or chat.
She was still barefoot, nearly having to run to keep up with him. He took her up the stairs of the veranda, across it, and through the clubhouse. From the entrance, he started her across the drive to an old carriage house that had been converted to guest rooms. She hopped once as her feet hit the rough gravel.
He gave her a quick backward glance, then scooped her up in his arms.
His stride didn’t slow at all as he carried her across the gravel. He set her on her feet at his door while he fished the key card from his wallet. Pushing the door open, he held it and looked at her. And waited.
He wouldn’t sweep her into his room like he’d swept her across the drive. She’d have to walk in under her own power. She’d have to decide, consent.
It turned out he didn’t have a lot of patience and wasn’t above nudging. “I want this, Evangeline. I want you.”
His was a very powerful presence. Tall and muscular, he loomed over her. His dark eyes were intense, seductive, and compelling. He was incredibly sexy, sexual.
And she loved him.
* * * *
It was a near thing. Gio really wanted her to make the call. He was fantastically driven to have her, but still, it should be her choice. He didn’t like to think he would push her, press her without her consent.
He was about half a second away from finding out the truth of that when she stepped into his room.
Bloody thank God.
He followed her in and closed the door. And locked it, double locked it.
The room was small, and she didn’t have much of anywhere to go, so she kind of hovered, halfway between the door and the king-size bed. He walked around her to the tiny seating area at the window. The table had a small lamp shaded with colored glass. He turned that on and then drew the curtains closed. He wanted to see her, but he didn’t want her worrying about who might be outside looking in. Not that he gave a fuck.
She’d watched his movements, looking at him from across the bed. She was so lovely, that silver glimmering in the soft light, her skin glowing. He let his gaze drift from her face to her breasts. He saw she felt the weight of it. Her breathing quickened, and her breasts lifted.
Just the heat of his gaze could do that. She was freaking responsive. His dick filled in anticipation.
Staying where he was, he slowly loosened his tie and removed it. Then he shrugged his jacket off and draped it pretty carelessly over one of the chairs.
She watched, still and intent, and it was a wicked turn-on. He started unbuttoning his shirt and, for the first time in his life, made a little tease of it. He moved lazily, taking his time with each button, letting her see a little more of his chest as each one fell open. When he got to the bottom, he pulled the tails out of his pants and let the shirt hang from his shoulders.
He let her look, knowing she could see now the way his cock tented out his fly. He had the chance to cover up a bit as he unfastened his cuffs, but he didn’t take it. It was probably better to let her know what she was in for.
He dropped the shirt without any care at all. He toed out of his shoes then balanced on one foot at a time to tug his socks off.
She was fucking turned on. He could hear her breath and see little shivers ripple through her. She apparently liked what she saw, and he was fucking glad.
He walked around the bed and enjoyed how her eyes widened as he moved closer. He bypassed her for just a minute to open up the bed. Then he went and stood before her.
He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close, hard.
“Mmm.” The action made a cradle for his cock between their
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