Eve Vaughn, Romance Author

Every Breath You Take

Every Breath You Take

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Derrick Evans has endured many things in the past two years, but watching from heaven while his wife becomes engaged to his murderer is more than he can take. Derrick makes a deal to go back to Earth to wrest his woman and their children out of the hands of a madman. There is a catch though. Isn’t there always? When he returns, he returns as not himself, but as Matt Collins…a white man. Not only that, but Derrick has to make amends with the people he’s hurt, in order to redeem his soul, or he’ll have to forfeit his chance to win Brandi back.

Brandi Evans is torn. She’s engaged to a wonderful man, or so she thinks, but she doesn’t love him. To add to her complications, she finds herself strongly attracted to her son’s friend’s father, Matt Collins. She can’t explain the undeniable attraction she feels towards him, or the way her body goes up in flames whenever he is near. He seems so familiar to her, but she can’t figure out why.

As she gives in to the forbidden passion of his touch, someone will stop at nothing to insure that their love is destroyed…forever.

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Matt stood up, taking her hand in his. Brandi shivered; she felt that same spark she had felt when they had first shaken hands. Snatching her hand from his she backed away.

“Umm, you know what, Matt? I think I should head out.”

Disappointment seemed to wash over his face. Damned if she didn’t want to throw her arms around him.

“What’s wrong? At least let me give you the tour first. I’ll make it the quick tour.”

There was something in his eyes that she just couldn’t say no to. “Okay, but after that, I need to run.”

He gave her a dazzling smile. “Great. Follow me.” He took her hand in his again. This time, she didn’t try to release herself.

His house was really something else. It was hard to believe that people actually lived like this. As they went from room to room, she made polite comments. The house was beautiful but it was missing a little soul. She and Derrick had made do on their combined salaries, but as a cop Derrick didn’t make much, and they had had two young children.

They stopped when they reached the first room at the top of the stairs. “This is my bedroom. I will understand if you don’t want to see it.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s not like you’re going to try something, right?” She laughed, but in the back of her mind, she wondered how she would react if he were to make a move on her.

He opened the door, and she had to cover her mouth. It looked like a tropical nightmare. There were tall potted plants all over the room, a leopard-print bedspread, and scenes from a rain forest painted on the walls. “Pretty cheesy, huh?” he smiled sheepishly.

“If you don’t mind my being so blunt, it is a little over the top,” she admitted.

“I’m not sure what was going through Matth— my mind when I had this decorated.”

Unable to contain herself any longer, she cracked up. He smiled at her with an indefinable expression in his eyes. “You have a great laugh.” He stood in front of her.

Brandi stopped laughing. She looked up into his eyes and this time his expression came through loud and clear. Desire.

“Matt —”

“Please don’t say it. I know what you must be thinking, but I didn’t bring you into my bedroom to hit on you.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“Yet, I see the wariness in your eyes. You don’t have to be frightened of me. I would never do anything that you didn’t want, but I really have to get something off my chest.”

“What?” She knew they were treading on dangerous ground.

“At Parents’ Night, when we saw each other, there was an instant attraction. Don’t deny it! I saw it in your eyes.”

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation. I’m engaged to be married.” She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and spun her back toward him.

“Do you love him?” Matt demanded.

“You have no right to ask me that. Now, I will thank you to take your damn hands off me so I can leave.”

“Why are you pretending that you’re not attracted to me, too?” he demanded.

“I don’t even know you!” she protested, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp.

“That can be remedied.” And with that he tugged her into his arms. His mouth crashed down on hers with a hungry desperation that took her breath away. Brandi was stunned at first. She tried to twist away from him, but her body betrayed her. She felt tension build up from the pit of her stomach. His tongue thrust forward and her lips instinctively parted, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Matt’s hand gently cupped her face and Brandi felt herself melting against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss, matching it with an intensity of her own. Her nipples stiffened against the hard wall of his chest. Her pussy clenched, aching for his touch.

As if sensing her need, he cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her up against him, his mouth never leaving hers. She could feel the hardness of his cock grinding against her, and it was driving her crazy. Before she realized it, her back was against the wall and Matt’s body was pressed against hers.

He ripped his mouth away from hers to place hot kisses against her throat. Brandi’s fingers threaded though his dark red hair.

“Oh, God, Brandi. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” he muttered against her neck. What did he say? She couldn’t think about it right now. The feel of his hands roaming over her body drove all rational thought away.

Matt’s hands went under her blouse and Brandi cried out in pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded the sensitive mounds. “Oh,” she moaned as he lowered his head to nibble on her earlobe. Her body trembled as he kissed her behind her ear. Somehow Matt knew exactly where and how to touch her. She felt like jelly beneath his expert hands. While one hand fondled her breasts, his other hand fumbled with the button of her jeans.

Brandi knew she should have told him to stop, but she couldn’t; she was too damn horny. When he slid his hand inside her damp panties and cupped her throbbing pussy, she thought she would lose her mind. His fingers glided against her slick, swollen entrance.

She pleaded as he squeezed her labia, “Yes, oh, please.” But he didn’t touch her where she wanted it the most.

“You like that, honey?”


“Good. I like touching you like this. You’re so hot, Brandi; hot for me.”

Brandi could only nod, not trusting herself to speak.

“I want you to tell me, Brandi.” His green gaze was insistent.

“I can’t,” she whispered. In the back of her mind she knew this wasn’t right, but her body was telling her otherwise.

“Yes, you can.” He gave her a knowing smile as his middle finger slid between her folds, touching her clit.

Brandi gasped. Holy shit, what was this man doing to her? Matt rolled the blood-engorged button between his thumb and forefinger. The exquisite torture made her yearn for more. She wanted his fingers inside her, stretching the walls of her needy cunt.

His lips lightly brushed her. “Brandi, you’re so sweet. Let me make love to you,” he whispered.

She moaned her acquiescence. There was nothing she wanted more at this moment than to be with him. Matt wasted no time in carrying her to the king-sized bed, laying down her in the middle. He stood over her, looking at her with unashamed passion. When he sat down next to her, his thumb glided gently over her bottom lip, before sliding it into her mouth. She could taste herself on the probing digit. The flavor of her on his finger was delicious. Oh, how she wanted this man.

She quivered helplessly as he pulled the jeans down from her hips. When she was free of them, he slid down the length of her body. Matt planted kisses on her belly, and Brandi could feel her insides go soft. His kisses were making her lose all rational thought.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here with me,” he whispered against her heated skin.

Matt dipped his tongue in her navel and Brandi moaned again. She threaded her fingers through his hair. She squirmed at the delicious sensations his tongue was creating. His tongue traced patterns on her skin as she oohed and ahhed in delight. The way he touched her, held her, and kissed her felt so familiar. It almost seemed like he knew exactly what to do to make her melt for him.

“Matt, that feels so good.”

“It’s not as good as I’m going to make you feel,” he muttered.