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Later that night, Eva is curled up beside me on the sofa, her head on my shoulder, fast asleep. I take the opportunity to study her. In detail. I can still smell the champagne on her breath. Her skin is clear and bright, not a scrap of makeup on her face, and she’s easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Her dusky-pink lips are parted and so fucking kissable I can’t stop myself. I bend my head and press my mouth lightly to hers. She smiles in her sleep. So sweet.
The swell of her breasts rises and falls, soft and even under my shirt. She’s wearing my shirt! Christ, it never looked so good. My eyes move lower, over her belly. The hem of the shirt is sitting high enough to see that she’s wearing the boxers I put out for her. Her long legs are bare and tucked beneath her, one hand resting on my stomach. Christ, she’s stunning.
I wonder if she’ll ever understand what it meant for me to ask her to dance tonight? Only if I tell her. I smirk to myself. I almost did tell her. I wanted to tell her. How could she possibly know otherwise? How many other blokes in the world became dance champions to make their mother notice them? A trophy. That’s all I ever was to her. Better than a secret embarrassment. That’s what I told myself to begin with.
I turn my attention back to Jason Borne. The guy who reminds her of Davey. Her brother. Her special forces brother. The brother she believes is dead. Well, unless I’m suddenly psychic, he is very much alive. And he’s going to have to explain that one to me. But not tonight.
I twist my torso, freeing myself from under Eva’s head, gently lift her hand from my stomach and sweep her into my arms. She’s tired. I should let her sleep properly.
“Hey,” she sighs as I carry her towards my bedroom, pressing her close to me while keeping her safe against my chest. And she sighs my name, her tongue warm and soft on my neck, turning me on thoroughly.
“Eva,” I growl, trying not to run and throw her into my bed. I kick the door shut and her teeth close around my earlobe. Christ!
I lower her to the mattress, her arms linked around my neck, watching her eyes for any hesitation. We’re good to go. Nearly. I need a condom. “Don’t move,” I growl as I head for the bathroom to grab one.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I groan out loud, frantically riffling through every drawer and shelf for a third time. “Not one?” How could I be so fucking stupid?
Eva’s in my bed, I’m solidly fucking rigid, and I don’t have a single condom! No!
Okay, think. Where can I get some? It’s Friday night but nowhere around here—that’s for damn sure. Maybe she’s on the pill? Women take it for all kinds of reasons. I know she doesn’t sleep around and I have always used a condom. A self-purchased condom at that, after Penny.
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She’s fallen back to sleep. I groan as I look from my tented trousers to her curled-up body. It’s just not my night. I don’t fucking believe it! The only time I’ve ever wanted sex for a reason other than proving I could. Slipping into bed, I pull her against me, wishing something else would go to sleep. She rolls over, curling herself around me the way she does. Her hand brushes my cock. My teeth snap and every muscle tenses. Fuck! No!
Eva lifts her head suddenly and I kiss her temple. “Hey.” I smile and she starts to apologise for falling asleep. “You’re so beautiful when you’re asleep.” Her expression says she doesn’t believe me, but it’s still true. She’s always beautiful.
I roll on my side to face her and she gives me a sex-on-legs smile. I can’t help myself. I brush her hair from her face and lean in for a kiss before stopping just shy of her lips, checking if it’s okay. She presses hers to mine and I feel her body come alive. Christ! I could eat her alive. Her hands on my back press my body to hers. She’s telling me yes, but what if she’s not ready? What if she’s doing this for me? Trying to convince herself? I can’t lose her now.
“Eva. We don’t have to do this. We can wait,” I tell her, fighting for oxygen and self-control. I want more than your body, baby. Her fingers trail across my cheek as she gazes into my eyes, and I lean in to her touch, never able to get enough.
Her hands move to my hips and she whispers the words I need to hear. “I want you.” She tugs my T-shirt up. I back away, helping her remove it.
You’ve got me, baby. I’m yours.
I move so that I’m on top of her, cradled between her long, bare legs and kiss her purposefully. We need to take this slow. I can do slow. I want to taste every inch of her delectable body. And I’m going to do exactly that.
My lips start their slow descent, down her throat to the skin just above the first button of my shirt. “I think this is my new favourite shirt.” It looks better on you, baby. But I’m going to take it off now.
Eva’s fingertips press into my back and glide across my shoulders, meeting in the middle at the base of my neck. Her hands on my bare skin feel even better than I imagined they would. Silky smooth and sexy as sin. I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life. One hand moves up, tangling in my hair, the other traces my spine to my waistband as I slowly reveal her body and taste every precious inch. For my eyes only. This woman is mine.
I shift back on my heels and pull her up to sitting to finish the job, gently pushing the material from her slender shoulders, my eyes on hers, my fingers refusing to break contact with her skin. “You’re so beautiful, Eva,” I tell her softly.
She wraps her arms around my neck, smiling as she pulls me down with her. Skin on skin. Holy. Fucking. Christ! How did I wait so long for this? If I’d have known how it would feel...
Eva’s hands move back to my trousers and ease them down, freeing my eager cock, and I kick them off. I’m ready, but is she? I pull back to see her face as I circle my hips into hers. Oh! Fuck! Yes! She pushes against my arse. She wants more, and I plan on giving it to her. But not yet. She needs to be totally relaxed.
I move further down her body, the body that I’ve been dreaming about since January (whether I wanted to or not), savouring every second. Kissing, nipping and licking her hotter. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her boxers and drag them down, slowly, giving her a chance to say no and praying she won’t ever want to use the word. I’m never going to give her a reason to.
It’s not ‘no’ she squeals as I throw the underwear over the side of the bed. “I know, baby.” I’ve got you. I kiss my way back up her inner leg, starting at her ankle. Her breathing is all over the place as I glide my tongue slowly towards its destination and taste her there at last. Fuck me! She’s beyond imagining. So sweet. So fucking good.
She has just a landing strip of pubic hair, granting my mouth free rein, and I take it: tasting, kissing and licking. I pin her hips to the bed and plunge my tongue inside her, dragging it flat and hard up her centre before focusing my attentions on her clit.
Her hips strain against my hands stilling her, but she’s not saying stop. Her body is screaming for more. She’s pulsing, throbbing, and my cock responds, throbbing in the same insane rhythm as I suck hard on her clit.
She gasps my name. It’s never sounded so good. I grant her a short reprieve, taking a second to watch her sex tremble and clench as I kiss her inner thigh. She’s so wet. And spread wide open for me. My mouth is on her again in a flash. I need her to come almost as badly as I need to myself. I need to know I did that for her. “Will! I’m going to...” Oh, baby, you really are. I flatten my tongue in a firm lashing up her centre one more time before she combusts before my eyes.
I watch, enraptured, as her body trembles and convulses, her orgasm ripping through her from her toes to her head.
Fuck me, I need to do that again.
I kiss my way up to her mouth. Can you taste that, baby? That’s how amazing you are. “Are you on the pill?” She nods yes, her breathing harsh, her cheeks flushed. I love that look on you, baby.
“Totally safe,” she breathes.
“Me too,” I assure her, pushing up on my hands as I hold myself over her. Are you ready for this, Eva? Fuck, I hope so.
She gazes steadily into my eyes and tilts her pelvis up. That’s definitely a yes. I can’t wait another second. I slide into her, feeling her warmth and her muscles contract around me, pulling me in. She’s still pulsing? Fuck! That feels more than good. It feels fucking incredible and I don’t believe that’s only because of the lack of a condom.
Her spine arches as I push in deeper. Her head tilts back, stretching out her neck, and I need to taste it. I kiss and nip her throat, feeling like I’m drowning. I’m drowning in Eva. She’s all I see. Christ, she’s incredible.
I’m beyond recovery. If she were to leave me, I’d be devastated. I know it, and I can’t do a damn thing about it. She owns me. I’m falling.
Fuck that. Who am I kidding? I fell. Splat. I’m a grease mark on the pavement.
“Are you okay?” Eva’s voice is as soft as her fingertips on my back. If I tell her, will she run?
“Eva?” Fuck! I can’t take that chance. Not ever. She has to say it first. She wouldn’t if she didn’t mean it.
“Hmm?”
“I want you, baby,” I groan. Does she understand what I’m trying to say? I want you. I want everything I’ve never wanted before, with you. And I want you to want it too.
“Me too.” Seriously? I watch her eyes for a few seconds and my whole body lights up. Fuck, yes!
My mouth crashes into hers hard, and my body takes over as I lose myself in her. The woman I love. The only woman who ever made me want more than sex. As I move in her, with her, I know this isn’t just sex. This is making love. I want to do this with her every day for the rest of my life.
I feel every inch of my cock as it slides in and out of her. Every thrust of my hips, every roll and swivel, brings on a fresh wave of hedonism. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Ever.
My balls are bursting at the seams, screaming at me to let go and come. I know it’s going to be fantastic when I do, but I need Eva with me. I shift my hips, hitting a different angle inside her, and her fingernails dig into my back. Yeah, that’s the spot. Come on, baby. “Ahhh! Will!” she cries out and I circle my hips, rolling around every wall inside her, and thrust harder.
Her insides are trembling, her muscles tightening. I can’t hold on much longer. “Come on, Eva!” I growl, grinding my pelvis into hers, catching her clit too. I feel it when she’s there. Her body trembles. Her fingers press harder into my back. Her thighs tense. Yes! Yes, baby. Come for me.
A shudder racks her body and I let go with a final heavenly thrust and come like I’ve never come before. On and on. Her internal muscles clench, wringing out every last drop from me and I collapse on top of her. Holy. Fuck. I think I just discovered paradise, and it’s inside this woman.
I bury my face between her neck and her shoulder, her arms around me, her panting in my ear. I lift my head to see her eyes and tell her, “You’re amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” she says. Oh, baby. That was all you. I lower my mouth to hers again before I slide out, instantly consumed by the feeling of loss at not being inside her. I snag my arm around her middle and pull her body against mine. She’s asleep before I’ve yanked the duvet over us.
I wrap myself around her, warm and naked in my bed. Postorgasmic. Pleasantly exhausted. Her breathing is deep and even, her lips parted. Her cheeks are still flushed and rosy. “What have you done to me, Eva Adams?” I whisper, moving her hair from her face. I kiss her neck and curl around her more tightly, too tired to stay awake any longer.