Page 60 of Finding Eve
Lord. God. Jesus. Was she okay? Brain seized words failed her. Instead, she squeaked out an affirmative noise while she concentrated on the waves of liquid fire radiating from her core. He consumed her. Filled her. Owned her body and made a concerted attempt to steal her heart and soul.
“Breathe, baby.” He’d given her an order. One her lungs complied with on command. The first inhale took some effort, and her chest shook. The second came easier, and she was able to wrap her arms around his neck. By the third, she went back to exchanging oxygen like she knew what to do.
Her blood resumed pumping through her veins, loosening her muscles, and melting her from the inside out. “Sorry about that,” she said, closing her eyes as she smoothed her hands down his rigid spine. “It’s been a while, and I might have been a little overzealous.”
“Overzealous! Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry.”
“You stopped breathing.”
“Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.” The tension in his arms let go, and his hands headed in opposite directions. The left landed on her butt while the right tangled in her hair. He held her where he wanted her and drew back to put a few inches between them. “Open your eyes, princess.”
Jesus. He was bossy, demanding, and un—
The smack to her ass came as a welcome shock, and she cracked one eye open. “If that was your attempt at encouragement, I’m not sure I enjoyed it.”
“Yeah, you did. Now tell me what just happened.”
She sighed, and opening the second eye to join the first, she made the wrong decision. “Okay here’s the deal, when a man and a woman—” The second smack stung a little more than the first, and she squirmed, reminding her she had a very large, very hard member of the boy’s club embedded deep in her she shed.
“Fine. Like I said, it’s been a while, I was too eager to get the party started, and you’re bigger than you look.”
“Not sure if that’s a compliment.”
“Trust me.” Eve rolled her hips. “It is.”
“How long has it been?”
“Over a year.”
“Since Parker Barrett?” Adam detangled his hand from her hair and traced his fingers down her back.
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“I read some articles.”
Eve snorted, clenching her butt cheeks in case another smack was imminent. “Figures.” He’d warned her. Said he already knew everything about her. Shouldn’t come as a surprise he’d read about her past relationship too. A defenseman for the LA Kings, Parker Barrett’s breakup with his physical therapist fiancée had been big news around town.
“He was an asshole.”
“What makes you say that?”
“He was fucking around, wasn’t he?”
She nodded, not surprised he guessed the truth. She’d never told anyone about Parker’s affair. Too private. Too personal. Too painful. And he’d been content to let the media think she’d been the one stepping out.
“Fucking asshole,” Adam growled, a storm brewing in his gray eyes.
“No,” Eve said, reading the direction of his thoughts.
“No what?”
“You can’t kill him.”
“What if I maim him,” he said, illustrating his intent with thumb and finger an inch apart. “A little can hurt a lot.”
