Meant For Her by Raine Thomas Page A

anti-inflammatories?”
    Evan made a face. “Yeah. When I tried to give one to Beck, he puked on me.”
    She made a sound of sympathy and kissed the top of Beck’s head. “Poor thing. You’re not feeling well at all, are you, big guy?”
    “You know, I’m the one who got puked on,” Evan grumbled.
    That was way too good a segue to pass up. Getting to her feet, she slowly walked over to him. His eyebrow lifted.
    “Poor, Evan,” she said, her eyes on his as she stopped in front of him. “You’ve had a rough couple of days, haven’t you, big guy?”
    “You petted Beck,” he reminded her.
    Smiling, she reached out and placed her palms on his chest. As she ran her hands over his hard muscles, she read his chest tattoo .
    Play as if you’ll live forever .
    “An oversight I’m happy to remedy,” she murmured, meeting his gaze as her right hand lowered to his abdomen. “How rough have you had it these past couple of days, Evan?”
    He grabbed her hand when it reached the waistband of his towel. She hadn’t had any intention of going beneath it…this time. But it pleased her to look down and see the results of her touch on his body.
    Figuring he wanted her to stop teasing him, she stepped away. He yanked her back against him and brought his mouth down on hers.
    All sense of teasing was gone like a snap. Desire raged between them. The kiss was hot, open-mouthed, carnal. She buried her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, barely aware when he reached down to lift her so that her legs wrapped around his waist. She just knew how happy she was to have even easier access to his fabulous mouth.
    She met the thrust of his tongue with hers, mimicking the mating that they both clearly wanted. Soft moans and growls filled the room, none of them from the dogs. They backed against a wall. His lower body pressed hard against hers, the towel and her clothing suddenly unbearable barriers.
    When she reached for the towel, he stopped her, breaking off the kiss. The sound of their ragged breathing blended with her pulse racing in her ears.
    “Mother of God,” he panted, bracing himself against the wall. “I could take you right here.”
    “I’m not stopping you.”
    “It’d be over in two minutes.”
    She grinned. “Really?”
    “Yeah. You’ve gotten me that worked up, and it’s been that long.” He lowered her to the ground, his gaze on her mouth. “I don’t want it to be like this.”
    “But you do want it.”
    “I should think that’s rather obvious.”
    Patting him on the chest, she said, “All right, Evan. I think we both know where we stand on this. What do you think about a walk in the park with the dogs instead?”
    He cast a considering glance at Beck.
    “I’ll take care of it,” she said. “You get dressed, I’ll step out to give us both a minute to cool off, and then we’ll walk the dogs.”
    In answer, he kissed her again. Despite what he’d said, this one was just as hot as the first. He even managed to lower the top of her dress to expose her bra. She got a couple of fingers beneath the towel before he broke it off again.
    “I’m a sadist,” he said choppily as he pulled away from her. “Or a masochist. Or whatever the hell you call the idiots who like to torture themselves.”
    She smiled, righted her dress, and walked out without responding, knowing he’d lose his control entirely if she didn’t. Her smile was still in place when she returned ten minutes later with the item she’d gone to find. Evan waited in his apartment with Miller and Leo—it pleased her ridiculously to see that he’d gone to pick up her dog—wearing their leashes, standing beside a pathetic-looking Beck.
    Evan gave her a long look as she walked in. The look told her that the time apart hadn’t done much to calm the fire that had been lit between them.
    That was just fine with her.
    His gaze shifted to behind her as she got all the way in. His brow lifted.
    “A wagon?”
    “Yep. It belongs to Kenny