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As the night wore on, the fire burned lower, and the conversation faded into comfortable silence. Linc was the first to leave, promising to return for lunch sometime next week to regale me with more stories of their youth. After a final round of drinks, Rhetta and Thane also stood to head home.
"Have fun,” Rhetta jeered as she hugged me goodbye.
Thane made no comment but raised a brow at Reaper in a way that promised they’d be talking about the revelation of our new relationship soon.
As they pulled away on their Harley, Reaper’s hand found mine. A different kind of anticipation fluttered in my stomach as his fingers intertwined with my own.
Chapter Twenty
Before Thane’s taillights faded into the night, I dragged Eva into the cabin. Hawk snored in his crate, exhausted from playing an endless game of fetch with my brother.
I pressed Eva against the wall. “Are you ready?” I murmured, kissing her neck and pulling back to glance into her eyes. At this point, I didn’t expect fear or hesitation, but I wanted to make sure there wasn’t even a shred of uncertainty before we started.
She lifted her chin to meet my gaze. “I’m excited I lost for once in my life. That’s a first.”
I grinned and guided her toward the bedroom, tugging her shirt over her head as we moved. The nightstand drawer slid open, and I lifted out a pair of smooth black leather cuffs. I hovered over her, watching her chest heave in anticipation.
“You sure you know what you’re doing with those, or do you just like to play tough?” she taunted.
My lips quirked up in a dangerous smile. “Careful, Lioness. Keep mouthing off and you’ll find out just how tough I can be.”
Eva’s breath hitched and she bit her bottom lip. Her pulse fluttered under my fingers as I tightened the soft leather strap around one wrist, then threaded it through the headboard’s slot. Her other hand followed, wrists now pinned above her, body stretched out and waiting.
I paused, letting my gaze linger across her curves. Tension coiled between us before I moved to peck kisses along her jawline. “If at any point you’re uncomfortable or want me to stop, just tell me. I don’t want to do this if you don’t like it.”
She nodded, the sparkle in her eye telling me she was enjoying it already.
I kissed her chest and ran my fingers down her sides. She panted with each touch. Her nipples pebbled, and I sucked on each one as she arched her back to move closer to me.
“Fuck,” she whispered as she writhed, the restraints pulling taut above her head.
I pecked another kiss between her breasts as I began to move down to her belly, which had started to tense in anticipation. I unzipped her blue jeans, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor.
I continued downward, pausing at her hips to scrape my teeth against her. She let out a slight sound. I smirked, recognizing it as the same one that had escaped from the back of her throat when she sat beside me at the fire.
“I bet you were thinking about this moment all night. How often did you imagine yourself in my bed while we sat with our friends this evening?”
Another slight sound escaped her before she responded. “All fucking night.”
I pressed her legs open and began to kiss at an excruciatingly slow pace up the insides of her thighs, moving from left to right before stopping to hover right above her center. I stared up at her face, my hot breath blowing over her sensitive skin.
She squirmed beneath me, the anticipation killing her. This had become my favorite part: watching her unravel as she waited for what would happen next. It was beautiful and brutal to experience this woman, the one who always sought control, offer it up to me, piece by piece.
“Roman, please,” she begged.
To watch her surrender to the moment, to unravel, felt intoxicating. In an agonizingly slow move, I pressed my mouth to her clit, flicking my tongue as she arched her hips upward and moaned my name again. I hooked my arms beneath her thighs, lifting her as I circled her flesh in slow, deliberate strokes.
Eva moaned as I slipped one finger inside her and then another. She gasped as I curled them, the pleasure and tension rising. I continued my relentless assault, and the bed creaked as she pulled at the restraints and dug her heels into the mattress.
I paused as she edged toward her release. She whimpered, lifting her head to offer me a heated gaze. “Why are you stopping?”
I gave her a devilish grin. “Because it’s my prize, and I get to say when you come. I’m the one in control here.”
Eva smirked, a rebellious glint in her eyes. “You mistake anticipation for control. I’m the one who decides whether you get to watch me come.”
I laughed, loving the defiant response I’d come to expect from her. I kissed up her body, starting at her hips before moving to her ribs. I traced her tattoo with my fingers and then nipped at her breasts before standing up to slide off my jeans.
I paused as I stood before her, my eyes admiring every curve. A fucking goddess.
