Page 58 of Finding Eve
An involuntary shudder shook her, and Adam stirred. His hand, already warm on the small of her back, slipped under her T-shirt, smoothing along her spine until he stopped between her shoulder blades and pressed her closer. “You okay?” he asked, his voice rough with gravel from sleeping.
She loved the sound. Loved the way the dark timbre penetrated her skin and woke her desire. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, and I’m a prima ballerina with a pink tutu. Out with it, princess. Why are you awake?”
“No reason.”
“Eve.”
Jesus. One word. A freaking noun he managed to turn into a question and a command, bundled into a tone that left no room for argument. How many other ways could he say her name? Dark and dirty? Breathless and begging? One long drawn-out syllable ending in a plea for mercy?
Eve’s pulse quickened. Last night. Last chance to find out.
“Did you mean it when you said you’d give me whatever I want?” Unable to control herself, she caressed her hand down the side of his ripped abs, smooth skin over hard muscles making her fingers tremble.
He lifted his head, dropped his chin to his chest, and nailed her with a one-eyed look hot enough to set her panties ablaze. If she were wearing any. She wasn’t, so maybe he lit her blood on fire, because she was definitely burning, and he was the cause. “Why do I get the feeling I’m being set up?”
“Well, did you?”
“Like I said, all you have to do is ask.” He closed his eye and dropped his head back onto his pillow while the familiar hand held her to him. Strong. Firm. Possessive.
She wanted that hand on her ass.
“In that case, I’d like to have sex…” Eve swung her leg over both of his, and sitting up, she straddled his hips. “With you.”
Adam blamedgravity for his fingers sliding the length of Eve’s spine until they came to rest on the curve of her ass. He had no excuse for why his second hand joined the first. Other than she had two buttocks and he had two hands, so why not make them both happy.
They’d be happier still if she were naked, but he’d take what he could get and be grateful for the opportunity. Unable to resist, he squeezed her cheeks. She responded by executing a slow slide along the length of his already hard cock. And even though they both wore a pair of his running shorts, he felt every fucking inch.
He wanted more. More friction. More skin. More Eve. All of her. His hands on every curve, his lips on every bit of silky flesh. His cock buried deep. He wanted to fuck her so hard, she’d think twice about leaving him in the morning.
Hell, he wanted to fuck her so hard, she’d think twice about leaving him—ever.
Which made no sense.
Whether they had sex or not—or whether she decided to stay or not—he was leaving. Not to mention, hard fucking was probably not what Eve had in mind. Jesus! She was still recovering, mentally and physically, and he was an asshole for even being tempted.
“Not to be an impatient bitch or anything, but I’m still sitting on your dick waiting for a response.” She rolled her hips, and his cock exerted a significant amount of effort to bust free of his shorts.
He tightened his grip, setting her right where he needed her, the head of his throbbing shaft nestled at her core. “Baby, I think maybe you—”
“Nope.” Eve planted her hands on either side of his head, leaned into him, and pressed her mouth against his. “Don’t do it, Mr. Bossy Pants.” Lips parting, she kissed him with a wild hunger, and his hold loosened.
She took advantage, rubbing against him until he was ready to blow a load. “Do what?” he asked between flicks of her tongue.
“Try and tell me what I need.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Yeah, you were.” She sat up long enough to whip off her T-shirt, and at the sight of her full breasts, nipples pink and peaked, Adam groaned. Fuck, he was a breast man, and hers were perfect. “What I need,” she said, cupping his jaw with both hands as she came back to nibble at his lips. “Is to feel something good.”
Skin on skin, she felt soft, lush, and so damn warm, his blood burned in his veins as greedy fingers traced over her hip and along her ribs. When he reached the swell of her breast, she curved her back, and he didn’t hesitate to accept what she offered.
She filled his palm, her nipple a hard nub he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on. She moaned, and he groaned. “Eve…” One long drawn-out syllable that sounded like he…
Shit, was he begging?
“Was that a hell yes or a fuck no?” Full of sass, she smiled against his mouth before sitting her full weight on his hips. The sight of her, half naked, long hair flowing over her shoulders, blue eyes blazing, left him undone, his determination to keep his dick to himself disintegrating under the pressure of her pussy.
