enjoyed last night in her arms only made his appetite ravenous for more.
Settling down hadn’t been high on his agenda; he made a practice of keeping it light. The woman he was currently seeing was absolutely gorgeous. She inspired more jealousy and envy among the men he worked with than Angelina Jolie would have, but even with that something was missing. Yea, and now what was missing had a face—and breasts, and legs and the hottest, sweetest little pussy in the universe. Shit!
Eric loved sex. He loved everything about sex, and like any typical, healthy twenty-eight year old male, he couldn’t get enough. Despite Jessica’s looks, she merely tolerated their physical relationship. Although this was beginning to get old, Jessica’s coldness wasn’t the root of his problem. Eric wanted more.
More. More. To be honest, he wanted laughter and companionship. He wanted passion, the kind of desire that one bout of good sex couldn’t satisfy. Eric wanted to be the center of someone’s universe; he wanted a woman to look at him as if he hung the moon. He wanted to be pursued, seduced, cherished and pleasured. “You don’t want much, do you?” Eric laughed at himself—here he was, standing in the nude, looking out at the velvety night, his cock getting hard for the nameless woman of his dreams. Bottom line—Mr. No Nonsense Eric McAllister was looking for a little magic in his life.
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Ever since the night of the Summer Solstice, when she had seen his face, Evangeline had been fantasizing about Angel. The days couldn’t go by fast enough. She longed for the sun to slip over the horizon, just so she could slip into his embrace. Nevertheless, as wonderful as the fantasies were, she ached for the real thing. If only he would appear! She had looked for him everywhere. As big as he was, he should be easy to spot. He wasn’t on campus, or at least, she had never seen him. What if he didn’t even live in Austin? What if he was back in New Orleans and her insistence on moving to Texas prevented their paths from crossing?
Evangeline was having a hard time remaining disciplined. Keeping her grades high had always been easy for her, but now she really had to work at it. Oh, the sculpting was easy—that was her joy—but the art history, the English literature, and the Applied Mathematics was more of a chore. Still she couldn’t disappoint Nanette, or the rest of the family. Their belief in her was the one thing that kept her days in order and her mind focused on her work. But the nights! The nights belonged to him.
“Hey, Evangeline!” Rachel Summers called from across the quad. “Are you ready for that test tomorrow?” Art history was proving to be a pain. Summer sessions were usually easier, but this professor was setting out to single-handedly prove that no one deserved an ‘A’. She waited for Rachel to catch up.
“I’ve practically memorized the chapters. But who knows?”
“Clark is having a party at his place tonight, he told me to tell you to come.” Evangeline caught the eye of her pretty friend.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why don’t you ever turn loose? Clark really likes you. And what Clark Lawrence wants, Clark Laurence gets. You ought to be flattered, he truly is one of the ’big men’ on campus, if you know what I mean.” Rachel grinned at her friend.
“I’m not attracted to Clark. He’s nice, but he’s not my type.” Evangeline thought of the young soccer player whose attributes Rachel was extolling. “He’s a pretty-boy, I like the hero type.”
“You are one of the cutest girls on campus; you could have any guy you want. Why do you keep to yourself so much?” Rachel knew that Evangeline was different, she just didn’t realize how different.
“Actually, I have a boyfriend.” She didn’t have to tell Rachel she had never actually met him, or knew where he lived, or what his name was. Irrelevant.
“You do?” As soon as she said it, Evangeline knew it had been